My dog and I are walking one more time before the sun begins to sink into the west horizon.
Daylight is still strong, sky is still blue, and we still can see the whiteness of the waxing moon above us.
There are birds and animals for my big dog to chase, and down the woodland path toward the barn, the birds are chattering and picking up materials for their nests.
Wildflowers are beginning to appear, and the creek is singing softly...
Ah, it's hard to go back to the house.
But spring or not, my big dog is tired.
He says good night to you, and so do I.
He says good night to you, and so do I.
