"Where are your words?" Stella asked me.
"I seem to be saving them." I replied.
"For what? Today is a day, tomorrow might not come, let's tell the stories now," the goat said.
"I am resting my word area. I need to refill my well. My wings are slightly bent. My paint spots are arranged on the wall and I don't feel compelled to rearrange them just yet," I said.
"We are aging," Stella said. "My escape routines feel heavy. The fence taunts me less and less, all I want seems to be on this side of the wood posts."
"I guess we are more content to sit still and gestate," I said.
"Like old hens on our eggs," Stella responded.
Her ears caught the wind and she sauntered off to nap.
4 comments:
Great piece. So enjoy your writing, Katherine.
I think you and I often mingle words in similar fashion....
I think Stella & YOU are very wise girlies!. LOVE your blog and your photo's and your convo's with your lovely farm family.
LOL Thanks for sharing that sweet conversation! Now it's time to go back out and cut back some more pine! It's taken over the entry to my front porch! I'm going to try and leave the overtop though soOOOo it will be like a cool canopy!
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