It happens so rarely.
Too rarely.
Sitting still outside after a long, hard day.
Just sitting.
Not doing.
Watching and listening to the evening settle in around the farm.
A thought pops suddenly into my mind - "I should see if the bleeding hearts are still in bloom, and if so, grab my camera."
I do so love the old-fashioned bleeding heart plant. I have grown these at every property where I have been allowed to put things into the ground.
Victorian ladies dancing, that's what these little blooms remind me of.
The kitties come out of the house to join me, one by one.
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| ten ladies dancing... |
All except Kali, who is no doubt out having her own adventure stalking rodents in the pastures.
After snapping flower photos, I go back to the front steps and sit again.
The kitties put on a playful act for my entertainment.
Karma and Zoey take turns stalking Mojo.
Mojo pretends to ignore them all, confident that he is still the Big Dog of cats in the household.
So they commence to stalk each other.
I breathe the clean air and feel the dusk settling.
The kittens romp and play some more.
The grass is cool and smells so fresh. A breeze flutters the leaves of the maple tree.
I am fully present, and content.
Blessings -
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