Speaking of which, Sophie is MIA. She's always on my bed except for short potty breaks and I remember letting the whole pack out yesterday morning at dawn. Sam and Oscar were here to greet me after work. I did what I do and carried on and didn't even notice she wasn't in her usual cuddling spot. When I came home and she still wasn't here, I started driving the 'hood and calling around. If I had a dime for every time Faith did that I'd be in Fiji but Sophie just isn't built that way. She's a homebody and a baby girl. Three years old with soulful eyes likeher grandmas.
The rain started as soon as I headed down Samaria Bend and Clara was behind me going to check on her girls. Driving back east I noticed Daddy's white peonies blooming so I stopped to pick some. The crimson ones should be ready by mother's day.
As luck would have it my tire folks need a part for their installer balancer thingy so I can't get new tread for the weekend of BG transport. So...onto plan B whatever that is. It's totally out of my hands.
Peace. Be. Still ~