In many earlier entries, I’ve written about Annie’s journey into our world, the lack of rain around here, and how much I enjoy the sound of my childrens laughter. I got all three yesterday.
In the morning I drove out to Doug’s to let Annie run for awhile as the neighbor’s don’t appreciate a beagle howling through the neighborhood. This was the fourth time I’d had her out running and she’s improved each time. She kept a watch where I was and would continue to return to make sure everything was fine. What I’d hoped to hear, from the very first trip, was the sound of her on the trail of something. Lord knows I hear it alot around here, everytime someone she’s know’s, comes to the door. If she see’s one of those dasterdly squirrels running up the tree, she goes nuts. If she wants to come in, she howl’s or when she gets tangled up in a clump of pampas grass next to the house, she let’s loose. Today though, she found her first squirrel where she could actually get at it. I didn’t realize she could go verticle up the tree, but she did. And HOWL! Holy cow she can sing pretty.
Even though it didn’t rain very hard yesterday, or for very long, it did rain. I sat at my computer here, talking to ‘Trina and I could hear the water dripping off the maple and off the roof. What a glorious sound. I’d checked out the deer feeding plot while I was out there and it was quickly becoming dusty again. They’d got enough rain last week (even though it didn’t rain in town) to save what we had planted earlier this summer, and the seed we’d sowed was just begining to sprout. With the rain we got yesterday and hopefully will get more before this is posted, all will be saved and venison will end up in the freezer. It wasn’t as fulfilling as I’d hoped, no thunder nor lightening, but God always puts some fertilizer in her rain.
The laughter came while I was talking to my daughter and that was the best of all. We don’t speak much, but we get hooked up on one of the IM’s we share and that’s pleanty enough for me. As you’ve read in the previous entry, she’s got three kids at home and typing is a lot easier to do than talking, especially with them around your ankles. I’m very proud of my children, and even more so, when they speak of their own.
