I like to stay next to you. Here, you can see me resting next to the marigolds and the hosta and the funny dragonfly that doesn’t move. I am very relaxed but I’m not made of metal. It’s good to rest. You and I are both resting, watching the hummingbird buzz over us and drink nectar from the tiger lilies. There are only a couple flowers left now, a few phlox and a lilac that blooms in the fall. It’s August, but there are patches of red leaves over the ponds already. The leaves wouldn’t turn red unless they rested. I do a lot of resting. You needed a lot of rest today because you cut up a tree that fell across the road. I sat in the back of the car and supervised. After you cut up the tree, you rested all day. When you rest, you are very quiet. You know who is almost never quiet?
Or so. I can’t really tell how high the trees are because I’m a land-bound dog.
That means I’m a dog and I bound up in the air when I get excited but I cannot, no I cannot, leap from branch to branch. And doggone, I have the sense not to try.