WHERE THE HEART IS - The Morning Walk


By Alice Hickman

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Dixie and I finally are able to take longer morning walks. The snow is gone! There are some areas of grass that are dry as we make our way down closer to the ponds.

The sky is still holding onto shadows of night; but glimpses of light are breaking through. The birds are singing. Dixie jumps in a new direction with each distant sound of a neighbor's barking dog.

I see white cotton tails scampering into the woods as we approach the brush pile near the edge of the yard. "People don't pile up brush anymore and give the rabbits a place for their homes", husband used to say. The words echo in my mind as we wander around the property this early morning.

Crows are screaming as they fly overhead. Dixie does not like that sound.

All the smells in the earth almost drive my little pal crazy. She jumps one direction and then another burrowing her nose into the ground snorting and shaking her head.

Soon we will hear the frogs break out in their orchestrated ensemble and hopefully the fish will occasionally break the water with loud splashes. That is when I will know that all is well.

We try to evade the mud. No success there! So returning inside with wet paws and an even wetter nose, it's time for drying off and having a doggy snack.

Of course, as Dixie chomps on her bone at my feet, I am having my coffee and the keyboard is busy.

That's where the heart is this morning on my mini-acres. Selah

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