There's Pigmy Lions in the Catnip!

Today was another gorgeous day. I couldn't make myself stay focused on the have-to-do's, not until I had my fill of the warm sunshine and got my fix, the key to my sanity, being on my knees in the garden, yanking those early weeds and feeling the moist soil begin to cake between my fingers. Somehow, everything else melts away. Almost everything.

The cats got goofy over the catnip that had already put on leaves and a heady aroma and that is hard to ignore. All the farm felines were stoned, which I find hilarious given their otherwise somber transient natures. I chuckled right up until one of those red-eyed wonders rolled underneath me and reached up and swiped at a button on my blouse and got my belly instead. The party was over; I shoved the nuisance aside and it willingly toppled over into the catnip patch for another go round.

The resident god of frolic (my dog Merlin) cocked his head and moved in a little closer to try and figure out what was so fascinating about a bunch of leafy green stuff that to him wasn't even significant enough to coax a courtesy urination;Not even worth lifting the leg over. His head lay to rest on his paws as his eyes followed the movements of the languishing pigmy lion pride as I went back to work in the thyme patch. Everything was perfect as it always is inside the chicken wire walls of my sequestered garth of sensory delight.

I read that oftentimes we don't appreciate life until it is time for it to end. Much the same can be said of a beautiful day, or practically anything for that matter.

I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but I have an inkling that it might have been around the time my mortality caught up with me in the form of a disagreeable reflection one morning in the bathroom mirror that caused a double take. I didn't like that it wasn't my imagination. I was getting old. At least in my eyes. After the usual panicked attempts at recapturing what I'd lost, I decided it would be healthier and a mess more fun to just get comfortable with it. I decided to experience everything. Not just go about my daily life but to actually take notice, to memorize all my favorite things, and to see what kind of pleasures I may be able to create. Nothing grandiose, just good.

I make discoveries everyday that challenge everything I thought I knew. That is so cool! Getting older, and wiser is so much more fun than being young, insecure and incurably blonde!
Life is pure poetry.
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2/15/2005 7:46 PM