‘True solitude is found in the wild places, where one is without human obligation. One’s inner voices become audible… In consequence, one responds more clearly to other lives.’ —Wendell Berry
I could have been doing many other things. But it was time for a bike ride with Oriana.
‘Play is often talked about as if it was a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.’—Fred Rogers
Ear status report. (Carlo, Page, Speck!, Gentian, Wocket, and Marian)
And the first ear up award goes to....Jameson.
How can you resist that smile? I can’t. And thus I created a monster: Jumbotron.
When I let these three loose from the yard, and they ran back at me as we were on our way to the car, I immediately questioned my sanity in taking these three, full grown, semi-puppies for a hike. Perhaps because I’ve been taking the puppies for walks more than adults, or perhaps that I’m still learning to see these three as dogs, and not the tumbling puppies they once were….they just seemed so......big.
But yet, they still move in those echoes of what I saw in them at two, three four months old. The way the interact with each other, and the world. Jumbotron is right by my side. Hoss is ahead. Orchid refuses to get involved in her brother’s nonsense. They still wheel around immediately when I call them, in tune.
(Where’s their sister Freckles?? She’s living her best life with a fabulous new home—more on that later)