“Be here now. Be someplace else later. Is that so complicated?” David Bader
The other day I picked fistfuls of gardenia and hydrangeas. If I could smell only two things for the rest of my life I would be happy if they were gardenias and hydrangeas. I could go back and forth between the heavy intoxicating perfume of gardenia and the light fresh eau de toilette of hydrangeas.
My wee girl Jasmine kept an eye on proceedings
Jasmine is very understated, unless food is involved. When the Pug Papa picks me up for a visit and I get in the car her younger sister Ruby is all over me whimpering with excitement. Jazzy turns her face just so and shifts her ears in an expression of happiness. I love her so, though she does not accept my gifts of flowers and wakes me at stupid o’clock to rub her belly. She does this by tapping my arm with her paw until I awaken and sitting over me with her belly exposed, like in this photo:
I admire the way she is so in the moment, the way she doesn’t take nonsense from other dogs trying to sniff her butt – just sits on it so they can’t reach it or puts them in their place if they persist. I love how sure she is about what she wants, how she asks for it without fear of rejection. I love the way her ears smell like marmite and honey. I feel that I have many times the brain power but so much less sense than Jasmine.
I want to sit with my face lifted to the sun FULLSTOP