A New Year
January 5, 2010
Little surprises every day so far.
Day One on my walk through the woods: A tiny blond Faerie Princess in silver & orange gossamer standing under a cedar partially hidden in the ferns. Wha? She didn’t move. But I, after catching my breath, walked ten paces around the bend into a grove of cedars and found her father, ceramic coffee cup in hand, mother in purple sweater with baby brother in backpack wearing knit cap with kitty ears. She was simply a three-year old in her new Christmas princess outfit. But still…
Day Two on my walk up the road, three things: Five guys in a hot tub – never would have known it was there behind that cabin in the trees without their ruckus. A man standing in the middle of the road talking on a cell phone, waving to someone unseen on the golf course. My favorite Rendezvous Grill waiter Brian driving past, stopping, reversing to tell me they found my red gloves, lost since November.
Day Three on my walk back from a friend’s – shortcut across the golf course, three things: A great blue heron pretending to be a stick next to a pond. A golf ball imbedded in the soggy, matted fairway turf – almost stepped on it, how can that be? Another golf ball just off the fairway in plain sight. Pocketed smiling.
Day Four driving to the post office: Three neighborhood dogs frolicking around the county workman in the road holding the stop sign while others sawed off branches away from the power lines – one black lab-ish mutt sitting at his feet anxious for the man to play, one frisky young Malamute pawing at his sign pole, one older black & white sheep dog circling. All a happy mess.
Today, who knows? Lots of rain, river high.