Why Not Baseball Blog?

There have been quite a few curve balls being pitched my way these past few months.  Some have been easier to swing at than others.  Some have been just too darned wild to gain focus to begin to grip.

Then there are the moments when the pitch comes right to me.  An easy, "here you go" kind of pitch.

I still cannot identify that constellation in the south sky.  Tonight one of the stars was really flickering red.  And then just above it, the Milky Way was streaming.  As I sat on the stoop at the barn letting the goodles out for a late night stadium-fare, Rayito, one of my feral cats, comes walking out from behind the barn.  I haven't seen him lately.  He comes in just close enough to catch his vibe, he looked over at me to let me know he was doing alright, and pitter-pattered over to crouch down and watch the goodles browse.

I nodded my head in appreciation of the moment.

As I was walking back to the house, admiring the sparkling red star in my unknown constellation, a shooting star pitched itself in my direction.  I laughed.  I put out my catcher's mitt and caught that star in flight.

Peaceful at Times

I say "peaceful at times" because at a moment's notice, that peace can transition to chaos.

Just now, while quietly writing a new blog post, I had to jump up and run clear across the porch. Shadow was eating my lavender plant. In response to my reprimand, he comes running across the porch, up onto the chair, onto the table and then across my keyboard!

I thought for certain my laptop was doomed, yet here I sit.

Next, Pippin pulled a big branch off the plant. He runs away and when he comes back for let's kiss and make up lovin's, his breath is herb fresh. Petunias are next on the menu.

Just as I push one 50lb goat out of the front flower planter, the other 40lb one jumps in. It's a circus.

No sooner do they move on do Bodie and Pinkie come charging across the porch in their afternoon chase and scatter the hens that are sprawled out behind me, protected from the breeze.

Pippin is back, under the table, pushing it up with his budding horns. Next on to pushing the reclining lounger across the porch to getting up into it. And finally, to rest and chew cud.

Peaceful at times.