Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Sunset on Dust Hill
It is a small mound of dust, rounded by the donkeys over the years to be perfect for early evening pondering, or a noontime summer dust bath. The spirit of play overtakes any creature that stands on the mound and soon legs are kicking and tails are swishing. Old barn watches without comment, except for the creaking of the upper loft where a cat pounces.