Buckets of Balls

Boy, did I smile when I typed this title.  But the thought comes from yesterday, when I was out in the back yard with the girls.  I looked around and saw two, rather large, buckets or baskets of tennis balls.  Some of the balls were old and ratty, others almost new.  But all are Murphy's and none have been used in almost 8 months.

It used to be that Murphy had to have at least two long ball throws every day.  I would run with her in the morning and we would throw balls when we got home, or sometimes, I would run to a ball  field and throw there.  She was an exercise nut.  

Now, the balls just seem to be waiting.  

Murphy's day.