Sunday really, finally, felt like spring. She put on a lovely spaghetti strap sundress with a modestly low cleavage and some platform sandals to show off her pink toenails. She was lovely enough to make everyone smile who spent any time with her. She smelled good too.
Scout and I went for a new (to us) hike at the southern end of the island. It was into and through the last piece of land anywhere in the Gulf Islands that still "belongs" to the first nation people. The signs addressed to "Friends" ask for just a modicum of respect for this land -- all within the bounds of commonly understood, decent behavior. They did not ask that Scout stay on a leash. In grateful response, he did not walk through the alter in the middle of the fir grove, but strode around it, turning only once to sniff at the shells amassed on the edge, declining to lift his leg.
We went through the fir, down to the water, up into the massive grove and then down again to the water. We ended up just immediately south of the $1.1 million beach cove Ingrid and I discovered last weekend. I sat on the bench overlooking the water that I had admired from a log on the beach just to the north. The bench was installed, I gathered, by the people who live on the private lot adjoining the sacred ground and was rustically beautiful, all wood and stone and oozing thoughtfulness and noblesse oblige.
As deeply as I was moved to stillness, Scout was a dog recently furlowed from the funny farm. He ran and frolicked on humus, sand and sea. My heart kept gasping at the beauty . This place is 10 minutes from my cabin. Ten minutes. Just right there. A short drive on an easy country road. A drive without getting on a highway, paying a toll, sitting in traffic or breathing deeply to avoid screaming "Asshole!" at a ruthless driver.
When I was a journaling girl, I assigned a grade to every day. I was a depressed kid once I hit 13, so there were not too many scoring better than a C-. But Sunday, what with the sun, the warm, the happy dog, the pink toenails, the graciousness of people and this discovery, it was an A++.
PS. Scout and I both needed anti-inflamatories for our right knees. He took his. As usual, I refused. He may be aging more gracefully than me.
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A++ post!! What do you mean about Scout recently furlowed from the funny farm? Free from the Bay Area?
ReplyDeleteI do wonder what you might have eaten to top such a beautiful day off . . . Yeah for the sun!
scout has been in restraints most of our time here, aka his leash! for dinner? halibut, first of the season with caper, lemon, parsley sauce over cous cous with a huge bowl of cauliflower with lemon and salt. lots of white food with green specks. you know how we get in SF when the real tomatoes start appearing, they are like that with halibut here.
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