I’m beside the pond, on the north side beneath the walnut tree, more contemplating than reading. Someday I’ll put a gazebo here in place of this blue plastic chair. Maybe next spring.
The place has an emptiness about it, a hollow ring. I suspect it will for some time. I buried Wacky a few hours ago this morning. She was as much of this place as anything else.
I never told anyone, but part of the reason I agreed to this place was so that our two rescued ducks could have a real pond to swim.
Yeah, I swim in it too, and that was another part of the reason.
But now, there’s one less to share the fun.
There’s an emptiness about the place, I said that already I know. And another hole in my heart. I’m not sure how many more of these I can take.
Well, I’m going back outside and sit beneath that walnut tree, do a little more contemplating. I’ll take my book, but I doubt I’ll read.
Talk to y’all later.
Rest in peace, Wacky. ? – September 11, 2016