Quack Quack Quack... waddle waddle waddle..goes our flock of 12 ducklings and two geese.. They go up the ramp.. into the pink princes kiddie pool.. Quack Quack.. A puppy pops up to herd them then moves on.. the junior goose pops out nips the pup on the rump..just for good measure.
"Mamma ...come look.. come look.. Two have their eyes open.. Mamma" OK Ittie.. now don't handle them to much Bit.. they need to stay with their mom. "Mamma.. Flower is a good mommy isn't she" Yes Ittie she takes good care of her kittens. "Mammma" yes Ittie. "did you have to help her have the kittens and did they come out of......" No she had them on her own. and yes they did come out of prep yourself to say it to the 6 year old Flower's Vagina. "ok.. if one would have got stuck would you have helped her" Yes Ittie I would have done my best to help her.. ick oo ick.. oh god thank god that didn't happen.. Ittie is happy with this answer and continues with struggling not to pick up the week old kittens.
I look over her and she quickly lowers her hands back into the box.. Ittie.. "yes Mamma" I move on point made.
It's a beautiful Sunday.. It's unusually hot for May.. Beautiful glass blue sky..Avery is dressed in her finest pink bathing suit and is running through the sprinkler. Grass is green and there is a small rainbow in the midst of the spray.. "oo Mama rainbow" It's all yours to run through bit.. try to catch it" I believe she has picked up each puppy and ran through it with them. The terrier and Bichon are looking like drenched rats but come back for more and tolerate the rough handling that goes with the giggling and love.
My heart lightens to the squeals of delight that comes from Ittie petting the ducks, playing with the pups in the nossil turned upside down= sprinkler for the day. She runs to her swing, then the slide.. its a blur of pink and skin..
I walk around the property doing chores taking breaks from the heat..Stopping . listening Hearing the melody of Quack Quack Quack.. EEEEEEE from Ittie and a bark of a pup here and there..
Harriet and I look around at our mess that is our yard and garage. The projects in transition..the set up from projects to come.. The remnants of the move and the destruction of things that were left for fodder when life challenged us with the struggle for life itself and not physical things. We wonder both out loud and silently will we ever get this under control...
Quackkkkk.. Ittie.. don't chase the ducks.. "OK Mama.. Ok Harriet" Pink Blur..Giggle.. She's moved on .. Note.. bath tonight
There is happiness in the air. It's infectious.. As we pick up and move things.. Go over strategies for the duck/ chicken and turkey housing.. The little song from the smaller younger beings that inhabit this space around us infects our faces. We can't help but smile.
This is my life.. chores and fun.. Earth, Water, Wind,, Fire in a pit or the heat from the blazing ball in the sky. Life .. and its delicate balance and the appreciation of the moment in which I live. It's knowing that I am exactly where I am meant to be.. living exactly the life I am meant to be living with the perfect group of beings with whom I am meant to share this adventure.
Yes its a perfect spring day.
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