FOX ON THE RUN

This morning Ron & I walked the trail

because Daddy Jim has come down with a cold.

The first thing we encountered were these two guys

enjoying their bikes twisting and turning

almost like a dance.

I had just finished remembering 

my Doodle Dance 

in the garden 

while sniffing these white violets and 

white forget-me-nots

and yellow corydalis when

in front of me from out of the fog and mist

appeared this fox.

Off s/he scampered keeping an ever vigilant eye on me.

I'm 9 years old now,

I don't run like mad anymore

unless I want to re-injure my paw.

so I sniffed the dew drenched red clover

letting the fox high tail it out of here.

When I got back home ~

I looked down at my paw that gives me some issues somedays

and wondered if I could have caught up to the fox.

Me thinks I couldn't 

and that's OK with me

I have plenty of sniffing to do in the garden anyway!

DRIFTWOOD & CLOVER

Focused as usual along my trail 

now covered in clover

 sprinkled in daisies!

Follow me and I will show you 

my find,

my discovery!

First a FULL 90 degree downward SNIFF!

as completely all intoxicating

as even a simple group of stones

with a mini-palm tree

(at least in my Doodle mind, it is!)

Ron's arm was a bit wonky as he clicked me here.

OK, what is that over there,

all alone by itself?

Oh a silver white tree stump surviving the storms / gales / floods

so relentless in these parts.

But as I have always said,
"Find your clover and you'll find your happy place"

so enjoy a wee bit of happiness with this remix!

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