I had one of those weekends that was pretty surreal. On Saturday, I was in the right place at the right time (helped store security catch a shoplifter by paying attention to a car's license plate) & on Sunday, I was either in the right place at the wrong time or in the wrong place at the right time. Not sure which. This was the day I saw my neighbor's dog get hit by a car. As you can imagine, it was pretty horrible. I only think I was in the right place because I was able to get the dog out of the street before she was hit again (this is the most traveled street in our city; had she been hit twice, she would've died on the spot). As it is, Pebbles didn't make it. The vet said he could have saved her, but she would've had a lifetime of problems.
So naturally, I had to come home & hug my little dog, hardheaded little beast that she is.
Is that a mud puddle?
And appreciate little things, like my first fledgling tomato of the season...
Being carefully watched over by this frightening fellow...
Garden security gnome...and relax among the flowers that Weedinator plants just for our enjoyment.
If the landscaping were left up to me, I'd plant only things I can take care of, so our yard would be full of cactus and rocks. Luckily, it's not left up to me.
Knitting will be back next time...'til then, hug someone you love, pass along a kind word & please stop for a minute to appreciate the little things we take for granted every single day.Pin It Now!