I still haven't stretched my canvas. It's so big I don't know where I'm going to work on it. Sometimes, I only look at the dogs on my walks. One German Shepherd was 1/3rd of the way out the window, her tongue trailing along like a flag. She was enjoying herself, every bit. A blond poodle filled the window of the car. And the beagle bayed at nothing because that's what beagles do.
I go on call tomorrow.
At night, very late, I go outside to walk on the cold grass and sit with my garden. Even in the dark, the peonies are open.
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One of my favorite things is to see an old redneck man in a truck with a poodle in his lap, all groomed and prissy, head out the window, man happy to be that dog's daddy.
I like thinking of you sitting in the dark, smelling your peonies.
O yes, dogs on laps, dogs in baby carriers on people's chests, dogs in trailers behind bicycles.
XXX Beth
The peonies are big and red and falling on their faces.
I just discovered peony-joy. I can buy them at the grocery store. I doubt they will grow in Texas. Nothing but evil grows here.
I grow Boston terriers here and revolutions.
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