Ten-Finger Exercises

remembering Seamus

I have a friend whose dog Riley has his own blog. Lola thought she'd write to him, and she complained a little bit about always being compared to the previous dog, Seamus, like the unfortunate little sister of a popular big brother. (We didn't tell her he had to be euthanized last summer, just let her think he'd gone off to college or on a fabulous trip around the world.)

Thinking about this, and looking through pictures to send Riley, I came across this picture of the wildflowers we planted on Seamus's grave. Since it was already mid July, I didn't know if they'd ever come up in time to bloom. Actually, they are still blooming, even though we've had a freeze. They're protected some by the trees. The other funny thing is, I've never had wild flowers that didn't wilt immediately. I picked these a week ago, and they're still pretty fresh.

There's something nice in that, isn't there? Something about new life, and happiness.