Everyday is an Opportunity

Everyday is an Opportunity

Me & Arrowroot The other day dadz and I were walking around the property, checking on fence lines and nailing up fallen boards.  I sit and watch him, his eyes focused on the curled barbed wire, checking the gaps to make sure it is attached to the weathered split-board fence.  We walk over a few little hills, I wander about sniffing the arrowroot flowers growing in the mounds that surround the barn. “Bubby-flowers,” that’s what momma and dadz call the arrowroot – one of my nicknames is Bubby – why they named this flower after me is curious, dadz says it’s because their bright yellow color reminds him of my fur when the sun shine’s on me. Dadz grasps the barbed wire in his gloved hands and pulls the wiring tight in an attempt to reconnect it to the fence, and minimize the space between the posts so the mule deer don’t get in and nibble on our newly planted vegetable garden.  Momma’s proud of her vegetable garden. “I can make salsa anytime we want,” momma said to dadz in her effort to establish the need to have a garden…and to get dadz to till up the land.  Dadz didn’t seem to understand momma’s need to grow things that she could go down to the store and buy, but he ended up tilling the land, planting the seeds, connecting the hose that waters the garden, and pretty much everything else to make momma’s garden grow. No matter how many times dadz tries to reconnect the wiring, it pops off of the fence.  He grips the wire and tries again,...

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