flown south for the winter!
MY FRIEND LIESL lives nearby (everyone in Wachapreague lives nearby), and was one of the first people to visit after Peter died.
She came to the door, offered her condolences, handed me a pretty bag and went away, after offering to help with anything. In the bag were two more bags, one of Girardelli chocolates, and the other, Milo's meatballs - for the dogs.
Even in my pain and grief, I saw that this was a thoughtful and interesting gesture. I enjoyed the chocolates and the dogs went berserk over the meatballs. Instantly, they became my little friends' favorite treats.
In the spring, Liesl and I began walking three or sometimes all four dogs pretty much every day, for about an hour.
On our walks, we saw family groups of Canada geese - with teeny, tiny goslings - cross Atlantic Avenue every day, to go to the water. In an amazingly short time, the goslings grew bigger and bigger, until finally, they were about the size of the adults, and then, they were gone.
I miss them!
Above, the nearly grown geese with the adults. Below, Liesl with Doc and Koko
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For Today
"The purpose of life, after all, is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience."
- Eleanor Roosevelt
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