I went on the hunt for lions in Dublin last week, and found plenty to stir my soul! Disney’s theatrical production of the Lion King is energetic and mesmerizing. The costumes and choreography amazed and astounded me.
We have some fantastic neighbors here in Port Norfolk, particularly the ones who live next door. Thom’s an architect and Beth teaches school. We’ve known them since our college days at Virginia Tech.
This past weekend, Dave had responsibility for walking Thom and Beth’s little dog, Zeke, and feeding all their pets.
Pinot is one of the only cats I’ve ever met who doesn’t like Dave. At all. (In an unusual twist of fate, he tolerates me fine.)
The two chickens are partial to Dave, as they seem to love any hand that feeds them.
And then there’s the scruffy little bundle of energy, Zeke, who needs to walk at least twice a day. He’s a cute and friendly little dog. But he goes completely ballistic when anyone walks or rides past — which can make for some truly embarrassing moments!
Here’s to memories of giving Thanks long, long ago.
In the photo below my dad, my younger/only sister Heather, and I were admiring the glory of a wise, old, wild turkey. Heather couldn’t bear to eat fellows like him, and became vegetarian by the age of 15. See the genuine respect she has for him? Remarkable, really!
She posted this photo on Facebook last night — to celebrate Thanksgiving — and I thought I’d pass it along so you can see a fall day in Virginia in the late 70s with two young kids in awe of the natural world.