Monday, October 11, 2010
Look to the East
Our black labs dug out Friday night and apparently cavorted around the countryside with unscrupulous characters. They brought one of them home early Saturday morning for a breakfast of fresh chicken. Emma discovered the hungry intruder and flew from the house to chase him away. I followed. I retrieved our two bad boys and locked them up, however temporarily, and returned to the front yard to see if Emma needed any help. It's funny, I can't remember where the strange dog was at the time I re-joined Emma. I think he must have trotted to the road. All I do remember is that for the first time I looked to the east and discovered a dramatic sunrise with this romantic mist softly kissing the hayfield.
In all our rushing about tending to the present danger, we had almost missed it.
"Emma, LOOK!" I insisted, pointing.
"Get the camera!" she instructed, not willing to leave her post lest the dog come back. I hurried away but not fast enough for her.
"RUN, MOTHER!" she shouted.