It’s the first warm day of the year and the birds are singing. There are two benches at the Park overlooking the lake.
My mission was to see how much mud there was under each bench to see if we (me and the dogs) could sit there a few moments without going through bath routines and towels and laundry for each dog then an extra shower for me after them. Yikes!
Both benches were occupied, one by an older man reading a book, the other by a young couple with a baby in a stroller. The dogs took me behind the family’s bench and wanted to say hello.
I asked the baby’s name and the wind came up and I thought they said Lacey. No, it’s Langston. Oh, I said, like Langston Hughes the poet? Yes. We conversed for a moment and I let them be, in the sun, on a park bench overlooking a lake on the first warm Spring day.
We’ll try again later on today. Now the dogs are sleeping less than a foot from each other, at my feet, at my desk. Zoe hears everything and is very protective of her gorgeous “little sister.” That’s my girl, the herder.
“I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.” Langston Hughes, RIP
All the best from poets, social reformers and those who do good every day, Dee
Cooking with Dee 