Rain
fell during the early morning. The hour was five thirty. We were still
in bed. It was time for our morning digestive nap after
breakfast. By ten thirty we were heading up the mountain. The
weather was delightful, crisp air and clear skies. The rain ceased
and a beautiful fall day ensued. A slow easy pace eventually us to
the top. Nash's arthritic toes were acting up, so we stopped along
the way to take photos and the girls hunted chipmunks.
We found only ourselves at the top,
among the Monadock's, blueberry bushes, pines, granite boulders and
the expansive ocean blue sky. The top of a mountain, I have decided,
is much like sitting sea side on a timeless porch in Maine.
Wet earth from the morning rain
didn't deter us from taking a top side siesta. Time was lost. While
I watched the dogs scurry as investigative specialist, devoured new
smells. My nap interrupted periodically by Willow Sunshine's
gleaming exuberance of tongue kisses, ear nibbling, and pouncing.
Pearl's main attraction was a blueberry bush which contained a stow
away treat. She hovered from bush to shrub looking for left over
peanut butter pine cones from the following winter, in addition to
rodent holes. Nash circled the top testing the shade under select
bushes, eventually he decided to dig a nest under a cedar shrub, and
blueberry bush. His coat delightfully sweet when he crawled out for
our downward hike.
Up the mountain, down the mountain.
That is the way it went with our easy steady pace. No hurries today.
Pleasantly surprised to see half the day remained once at the
bottom. Home in time for lunch, just past the one o'clock hour.
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