A few silver moments have happened this week:
- Yesterday I got to hold a brand-new baby boy. A tiny, cooing, smiling, frowning, “urp”-ing bundle of new life. His “Oma” lives right next door so I should be able to get the occasional baby fix now and then.
- The Westie Rescue group we support has rescued seven, yes, seven “retired” Westies from a nightmarish breeding mill in Tennessee. Four girls, two boys. One little boy is in desperate condition, so bad that literally hundreds of comments are pouring in on Facebook after photos of his condition were published. A fund has been established in his name, Christopher Robin, to donate to the vet that is caring for him. I have never in my life seen a dog in such horrible condition. Why the silver? There’s lots of silver here actually. A rescue group who drives through the night to get seven little crated Westies to safety. The vets who work tirelessly to save the lives of terribly neglected and diseased dogs. And the people who lend their support by helping to pay vet bills, fostering, or offering transportation. The other six pups are in the usual deplorable condition (parasites, worms, infections) but are on their way to being prepared for foster care.
- I had a reunion with an old friend on Tuesday. She flew in from Louisiana to Charlottesville to spend some time with her daughter there. What meant so much to me is that she and her daughter took their time to drive over an hour down to Farmville, VA (sort of halfway) to meet me for lunch. We sat on the deck of the restaurant in the sunshine and ate roasted red pepper and crab bisque and caught up on life. There is such comfort in old friends, isn’t there?
- After lunch, we ambled in and out of shops and just enjoyed one another and the splendid spring day. In one antiques store, I spied a beautiful new Bearskin Baby photo. There was no price on it. When I inquired of the most gracious, elderly lady up front as to the price, she said in her Southern drawl, “Why, you may have it! Thank you for visiting our store and do come again.” Now that’s silver. Meet the latest Bearskin Baby:
- My local Farmer’s Market opened recently. I bought beautiful scones, goat cheese and feta, leeks to plant in the garden, and a package of homemade bratwurst for Beloved Husband to throw on the grill. After chatting a bit with the bratwurst guy, he opened up his cooler and handed me a dozen beautiful eggs in soft pastel colors as a thank you.
- And to my delight, the tenderest fronds of Japanese Painted Fern are emerging in the shade garden. They are tougher than I thought and seem to have survived the winter in fine form.
- And finally, a friend sent me this poem earlier this week just in time for Palm Sunday or Easter or really anytime. See if you don’t love it as much as I do. And I hope you all had some silver in your week too.
The Poet Thinks of the Donkey, by Mary Oliver