Slow Walking the Neighborhood

I love the thrum of a summer night – cicadas and crickets and mystery making the darkness vibrate. As a child I was terrified of the summer night racket, sure that whatever made those noises must be huge and awful. Now I am enchanted by their crazy chorus – different at night from day when under the scorching sun the cicadas seem to speed up their crazy chant with the heat.

Have you seen the leaves are beginning to fall? The other day, a yellow leaf from the Tulip tree rocked slowly through the air, floating, floating down – a quiet reminder on a still-hot day that summer is almost over. And the moon tonight was lovely – waxing and bright with a few stars I don’t know shining not far from it’s light.

These are just a fraction of the rewards I’ve found in my recent walks when not gazing at the new love in our lives: Rufus.

This little man is actually full grown – adopted 2 weeks ago from WASA Westport. Last we heard, his two brothers are still available. I’d almost forgotten the joys of a dog. And Molly – well, she’s smitten with Rufus and he, with her.

So I’m slow walking the neighborhood again and it’s very sweet indeed.

5 thoughts on “Slow Walking the Neighborhood”

  1. Ohhhhh Tricia! Rufus is adorable! I am so glad the three of you have found each other! What a face he has! Tetley was an original – I loved him through your pictures and stories though I never met him….I am ready for tales of your new friend. So happy for you! XXXOOOO

  2. Great little read, Tricia…..I hate to see the summer go, too, but cling to the last bits, as you do, too. And I can’t wait to meet little Rufus……soon! With wine! xo

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