Is it not wonderful to go visiting and have the resident cat come and wake you by placing her head on your pillow and staring at you until you open your eyes? Just like home!
Her fur is flying
as she races room to room
in her sweet cat dreams.
So all road trips need to end, else how could we say “on the road again”? I was quite lucky in my choice of days to head back home. The roads were clear of ice and snow the entire way, even over the pass. I stopped there for a cuppa as usual and sipped it the rest of the trip. The sun shone all the way and as I drove, it passed me by.
After the mountains, into a valley then up to Ryegrass (really, hardly a mountain at all, just a high hill) and at the top, I could see the plains spread out ahead of me. Down to the Columbia then up again and stayed high the rest of the way. The landscape was tan, with brown-green foliage of one kind and another, a long cry from the green forests of the other side of the mountains. After the Columbia, there were a lake or two and some iced over ponds, but the sea was behind me and the salt air was gone.
When I first moved to the plains, I thought I would never like them. I missed the sea too much. But after a few years, the scent of the grass was home and I have stayed far longer than I ever thought I would. It is only when I go west to the salt that I feel how much I miss it.
As I continued east, the plains took on the white of snow, glinting in the fading sun. There had been a bit of a storm the day before, and that white against the tan and dark green was quite spectacular. When I arrived at my driveway, about four inches of snow faced me. Clenching my teeth, I drove over it, knowing that would create ice that I would not be able to shovel through. Oh well. Home, I was home to the cat.
She purred a bit and then otherwise ignored me until the next day. Ahhh.
We were there today
all those who want company
other than the cat.
The phrase “no one knows what the Nose knows” has a bit of history in my family and is a phrase that is probably best forgotten. However, today as I was out walking, I saw something that brought the phrase to mind. So, apologies to the old Nose, here is the story–today’s version of what the Nose knows.
So here comes this gorgeous black and white mid-size dog, walking proudly down the sidewalk, with her human in tow. The dog held her head high and sniffed the air to be sure all was well as she led her butler down the road (yes, I know this was not a cat, but I think dogs have butlers too). She was clearly the Nose, and rather proud of it. People moved out of her way as she strutted along confident that she had everything under control. The Nose knew exactly who she was and where she was going. It was truly a sight to behold.
So pardon me, my family, but the Nose today brought smiles and fond remembrance of phrases gone by.
Of course it’s always
about the cat, who saunters
softly through my life.
So many lost cats
and dogs who can’t find their home
and humans crying.