The simple answer is, I take the moments for the moments they are, and accept that those moments are not going to be shared. Oh, I've been taking photos like crazy, marveling over the abundant fruit of the Russian olives and the wild grape. I watch the chickens wander around the property devouring grasshoppers and flies and fighting over the flower beds I have finished weeding.
Life continues, even when I am not recording it. School started. The roosters scared off a flock of wild turkeys. The car had so much dirt from the roads caked in the wheel wells that it threw the tires out of alignment. We've built another burn pile, and are eagerly looking forward to that first fire of the season. Birthdays came and went. Leaves are falling already, and I am harvesting the last of my vegetables, although I am considering leaving in the carrots for the County Kitty.
What this all means is that this blog is winding down. Country Kitty will be home in a month and a half, and I will be moving back into town. We moved on a lovely home. We walked in with our realtor, and we knew within three minutes that it was the one.
Inner reflection has begun. I have changed. The other night, I was watching a film, and I felt something on my arm. I looked, and a teensy little spider was crawling there. All I did was pinch it off and wipe my fingers on a tissue. No shriek, followed by laughter. No grimace. No...nothing. Look, pinch, kill, wipe, and back to Pride and Prejudice. I didn't even pause it.
Who is this, and what did she do with City Kitty?