This journal page has two prompts behind it. First, I have been having a tough time being cheerful lately, and I wanted to remind myself to keep looking up. We had to allow our beloved cat, Fezziwig, go on before us. He sustained a terrible injury for which there was no recourse. He was my shadow and my pal. He came to us when he was only a week or so old, discarded on a country road. We took him in and fed him with a syringe. He grew into a sassy boy with beautiful turquoise eyes. We miss him. Then one of our turkey poults and one of my Buff Orpington pullets were poached by some raccoons. Homesteading can be a bit heartbreaking at times, but you keep that green bough in your heart, and hope for the best.
The second prompt is that we have at least two pairs of thrushes lingering at the edges of our woods this year. Their liquid call at sunset as the first lightening bugs of the season begin their dance, is one of the rewards of being simple and quiet and sitting on the porch instead of in front of the TV.
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