a keeper

This picture was taken in 1988, my Pooh was merely a baby. Now she is 18 and just as lovable as ever. I took her for a walk today, the sun shining on my skin, a light breeze rustling the leaves in the trees, the faint scent of flowers duly noted. A good day this was, my Pooh and I sitting, enjoying the day. This is one of those days when I had absolutely no plans. What a wonderful feeling that is. Pooh nose in the air smelling all that the wind could carry her way, seeing none of it, blackness, and yet a rainbow of scents and sounds to keep her tail wagging rapidly to and fro. Some days are unremarkable, like any other day... nothing special, so it fades away into the background of our lives. Other days bring us a peacefulness that never fades, like today. Today was a keeper.