Dead Leaves and Dog Poop
The view out my dining room window this morning sucked. Brown. Dirty. Dead leaves and dog poop popping through the receding foot of snow we got last week.
Oh great. Two weeks to Christmas and now this.
It put me in that end-of-February-when-everybody-but-me-goes-to-Mexico humor.
If I lifted my gaze a few degrees, I could see the same snow sans the yuck. Just beyond my back yard, in the field and on the ridge leading into the woods. But even when I looked straight out, the foreground of ugly was still in my line of sight.
Then I tried tilting my head back, chin pointing north, in an attempt to look at the distant white snow while blocking out the dead leaves and dog poop. All that got me was a cramped neck muscle and crossed eyes.
I figure that into every life a few dead leaves and dog poop must drop. Some days you get the snow to cover it. Some days you don’t.
Dear God. It’s me again. And I know that you’re there in the dead leaves and dog poop, too.
But a little fresh snow wouldn’t hurt.
December 13th, 2006 at 1:00 am
We missed most of the dead leaves this year thanks to a freak ice storm back in october that broke every mature tree for miles and miles. My ex-husband got temporary custody of my ex-dog, then had her promptly put to sleep just before i was to pick her up and bring her to New York. What i wouldn’t give for dead leaves and dog poop. Life is all perspective, eh Sandy?
December 15th, 2006 at 7:13 am
So, so true, Anne.