Quiet Days

Despite the fact it is Tuesday, we're going to write about the weekend.  It was quiet.  

A little gardening, a few errands, time spent with family, picking ticks off, nice runs, gentle walks.  Sometimes it is nice to not be hard charging, or doing the drive across the mountains.  It's nice to do "nothing."  

Murphy has been active her whole life.  From her passions of ball throw, swimming, chewing pig ears, she reached 60 mph in a few seconds.  Even now, I feel her wondering why we are not doing something.  But then, I also caught her out of the corner of my eye, as I was weeding, just laying on the porch, enjoying a quiet day.

Murphy's day.