Spring is beginning to show its face everywhere. Here is an iris from my front garden--my favorite flower. They appear to be so fragile and delicate yet they are deceptively tough. In fact, that is why I named my little rescue girl Iris, and she is living up to the expectation!
Thankfully, this weekend will bring the change to daylight savings time. I'm looking forward to more daylight at the end of my workday. And next week will be spring break here at the university. I'll be working but only part-time and from home. If the weather cooperates, there should be plenty of outdoor time for gardening, the pups and Logan! My hope is to have at least a small to moderate vegetable/herb garden by the end of next week. Time will tell.
An important event will occur on Sunday, March 14. My beautiful border collie, Zeke, will be joining a new family. As any of my regular followers know, I adore that dog, and we've had many wonderful times together. With the changes in our family and more time needed with the grandsons, I just don't have enough time to keep Zeke engaged the way he deserves. This decision was made with a heavy heart...he is such a buddy to me. But--it made me sad to look out to the back yard on my hectic days and watch him running patterns around the yard looking for a job. I love him too much to see him without regular structured activity. He is going to join a lovely family in Mobile, Alabama. They are kind and soft spoken with multiple generations to welcome Zeke into their family. His primary caretaker will be a young man who is physically active and on the go. Zeke will adore being by this gentleman's side. We will meet Sunday, and if all goes well, Zeke will go home with them. This special family has promised to stay in touch and let me know how Zeke is doing, and I will pass it on here for those of you interested.
For years, Mark always loved to sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed and rub my back at night till l fell asleep. I think it made him happy to realize I had finally relaxed for the day. Since his passing, whenever I dream of him, he is sitting in that same position on the bed and talking to me. One night, I went to bed particularly sad about giving up Zeke. He said to me, "Katherine, please understand that this is how it is supposed to be. You were chosen as Zeke's caretaker to prepare him for his transition to this new family. They are now ready and able to care for him, so please try to feel happy that he is going to such a good place." I awoke with chills because it felt so real. Even better, it created a calm within me and relieved a lot of apparent guilt I was carrying around. Zeke is a magnificent border collie, and I know this family will instantly fall in love with him and continue to cherish him and celebrate his presence in their lives.
Well, lunch is over. Time to close. More soon, I'm sure. Thanks for listening.
Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all. ~Emily Dickinson