We guess this little darlin is a year-old female. During yesterday's walk was the third time I've come upon her in the past few days. She stood looking back at me for quite awhile before deciding she should hide (sorry about the wind; honestly it is the wind, not my breathing):
Thanks to Joanne, I've remembered that today Mom would've phoned her and given the annual spiel:
It's the First of May
And on that note I'll leave you for now, as I've got to spend the morning doing laundry, packing, and preparing to drive to Saskatoon, where I'll spend the night at Cathy's and catch the plane to Toronto at 6 a.m. You may have to live without my wondrous words for an entire week, you poor things! Unless I've the inclination to get on the laptop in the hotel room in the evenings. We shall see.
From A Year With Rumi: Daily Readings by Coleman Bark:
The way you make love
is the way God will be with you.
*This is Rumi's variation on the Golden Rule.
Food for thought, isn't it?