It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Friday, August 28, 2009
Take Me to the River
If I get any warning a few hours before leaving this earth, I will get into the car and drive myself to this river. This is the place I want to close my eyes on for the last time. Not because there are no other more beautiful places on earth, but because this place has my footprints and part of my soul. The Mokelumne River is , other than the Prospector, my soul mate. I want to die sitting on a big rock, in the middle of this river, with my pants rolled up over my knees and a gold pan in my hand. I will see a large gold nugget glimmering in the water, reach for it and take my last breath...
Morbid?...,maybe, but how many of you know where you want to be at the end. How many of you know what brings you such joy.
'The Pupster isn't quite as convinced but he doesn't think about things like that. He just goes along for the ride.
Carl gets in the water, now, without having to be coaxed and he thinks it's the biggest adventure that there ever was. Carl is 10 mo's old now. He's getting bigger and braver near what must seem like a huge amount of water to him. He doesn't like to get in too deep and it's still a slow process..., one paw at a time.
Look at you Carl! Wet, sandy, ready for the next big adventure. What an expression! Wish we could all look at life like this. It's a lesson to be learned and a joy to see in a wee dog with short legs.