If you viewed Daddy Jim's post
the other day
you would be now all primed
and
knowledgeable about heathers.
For me the beauty of heather
is always a moment of sheer bliss.
We walk down a trail
up a slope
around a corner
and
before us is this
mammoth field of heather.
I bury my nose
without any worry
that the bees might sting
or
that a stump
may trip me.
The joy of fetching
of searching
of retrieving
outweighs
any possible danger.
See what I mean.
My love of life
my pure intrinsic needs
though basic
are
what makes me tick.
Namaste !
