This entry is dedicated to my wonderful friend Jayne Martin. Without her, this would never have been written, and I'd be a far less happy individual.
Thank you Jayne =) x
I am surrounded by flowers.
The field is wide and crests the edge of the hill. The beautiful linseed blooms are a blue ocean, a long overdue tide. I've waited weeks to come up here, to wallow in its shallows, to watch the bees dance across its surface.
Beneath me, the Earth goes about its business, oblivious.
Beside me, my companion snores gently, enjoying the shade.
And above me, the arms of the wind turbine circle lazily. We lie in the squat shadow of the turbine's tall trunk, the echoes of its blades turning close to our feet; the sun is high and just behind us.
This is the hottest part of the day, and we timed our walk well.
Better yet, we came prepared. A flask of cold water, its contents shared between a cup and a bowl, stands empty and capped nearby, readier than me for the return journey.
My companion stirs besides me. She rolls and rises, stretching her legs and yawning hugely, before nosing and lapping at the last of the water in her bowl. That done, she settles back beside me. Her dark fur will follow me home after I return her to the dog sanctuary at the end of my shift.
This is my final walk of the day, and I made it a good one.
Shall we head back, Sweetie? I ask the border collie, fussing her absently. She raises her head and looks at me inquisitively, intelligently. Possibly she's unsure that she heard me correctly? Then she shifts her gaze towards the gyring shadow blades below us. The trio arc slowly, hypnotically. They mark the seconds, but stretch the minutes into downtime.
Her point is well made.
You’re right. I guess we're in no hurry.
She thumps her tail appreciatively for a moment, and settles back to sleep.
I am lulled by the lazy humming of forgetful bees.
And I dream of the sea.
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Well, now you've gone an done it. You've made this old broad cry. The tears flowing down to be caught in my ear-to-ear smile. :) This is beautiful. I couldn't be happier. Big hugs.
ReplyDeleteJayne, it's my pleasure. Now dry those tears and have a nice glass of wine =) Indigo x
Deleteit must have been certain words that triggered the thought, but I had to look up Auden's poem on the fall of Icarus, which reminded me ...
ReplyDeleteWell Z, I'll hafta go read it too. I've never read any W. H. Auden (or much of anything else, if truth be told). Indigo x
DeleteHari Om
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love; all you need is love. Nothing like a dog bring out the love... and a border collie at that... you lucky devil you. Sighh....... this was scrumptious Indigo. YAM xx
Namaste Yam, and thank you. It was one of the easiest pieces I've ever written, and was from the heart. Indigo x
DeleteThe dog is right...no rush.
ReplyDeleteHey Delores! Thank you, I find a lot of wisdom in the thoughts of animal friends. In fact, I'm pretty much used to not being the smartest person in the room these days. Indigo x
DeleteBeautiful, both photos and text; I'm glad you wrote this and glad I got to read it.
ReplyDeleteHey Jenny! Thank you! I was surprised how quickly it came together. Normally an entry takes an afternoon, but this one went straight down, and took less than an hour. And, as ever, folks seem to like those best =) Indigo x
DeleteI don't know what to say. I'm floored by this post. World is always ready to make a bit more sense!
ReplyDeleteHey Geo! Thanks, I'm surprised and grateful. It is - as ever - just a bit of whimsy. But I'm delighted it hit the spot. Indigo
DeleteI agree with Geo... your words put things into better perspective.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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Ms. Scarlet, I'm glad you enjoyed. I'm not a fan of running about, of hurrying. I'm more of a sedate-and-sendentary achiever =) Indigo x
DeleteSame here!
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A very pretty, quiet piece.
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And place. Roth x
DeleteOK... look at me. No, really. Turn this way and look at me. Do you see me bowing to you? Do you see me prostrate on the floor? You are a GOD in my book now.
ReplyDeleteThe first part.. the ocean... I was amazed. And then the dog... I am such a dog person... the beautiful words... the ocean... the pup.... You are now on a pedestal in my eyes!
Hey Katherine! Wowsers, I am not worthy, far from it. But I'm delighted you enjoyed it. Like all of my "quick" pieces, I was unconvinced of its merit: "If I didn't have to struggle over it, perhaps it isn't very good?" But thank you, I'm vindicated. I'd be giddy if you shared your feelings with your friends; I need all the help I can get =) I'll endeavour to keep the standard up! Indigo x
DeleteI swear I commented the other day on this!
ReplyDeleteIndigo, you have such a sweet, gentle way with words. Love it!
Hey Dawn! Sorry, didn't see a thing here. And thank you, that's a lovely sentiment =) Indigo x
Deletethe art of doing nothing... gotta love a smart dog.
ReplyDeleteHey Eolist! =) It takes a happy, carefree mind to see a happy, carefree solution. Indigo x
DeleteNice photos and clever words?
ReplyDeleteYou absolute swine!
Cheers!
Psssht, you North Englander, you.
DeleteEh - North British thank you very much!
Deletehehe!
What a lovely moment to share.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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Hey Roses! Doggies make so many moments memorable =) Just like cantankerous, insane alpha-male cats, right? =D Indigo x
DeleteDogs are very good at just hanging out, aren't they? Cats too, but less so outside. They prefer their snuggle and quiet times inside, on your lap, where it is warm and non-moving. My dog loves to lounge in the sun, rolling around in the grass for a good back massage, and then settling for a snooze. Lovely piece, Indigo. Over here in Canada, that would be fields of flax and there are many, many huge fields of those gorgeous purpley blue flowers. The Canadian Prairies are a veritable quilt of colourful crops ~ blue, bright yellow, golden, verdant green, pale creamy yellow, even some of almost rusty reddish brown. And those giant round bales of straw and hay dotting the landscape... oh, how I love the heady sweetness of freshly cut hay!
ReplyDeleteI'm adding you to my blog roll. I'm liking what I've read so far. :-)