Sometimes when its real quiet I like to stare out the window to the sunroom and ponder the meanings of life. Once every now and again I am taken aback by the infinite wisdoms I have come across in that sunroom. Like where Milkbones come from, how Kongs are made and why does Rhys always taste like bottles?
Yesterday as I looked across the yard I saw something I had never seen before.
Owen bloomed.
When my brother and best friend Owee went to doggy heaven in 2005 my mom planted a beautiful shrub in our back garden and every year I watch as she cares for him and talks to him, and he grows and grows and grows. He is by far the most beautiful, showey bush in the garden, growing far larger than the nursery had said he would. But Owe has never bloomed despite all of mum's good care, soil tending and fertilization.
When mom and I got home from our insemination vacation there was Owee, in bloom. Beautiful white fragrant flowers in contrast to his deep green shiny leaves.
I can't help but think that this is an Omen of sorts. I sure hope I have all kinds of babies just like Owee in my belly. That would make momma good and happy.
Momma and I did a whirlwind tour of the east coast last week, we made appearances in New York, New Hampshire, Maine and Massachusetts. I also met the love of my life there, made babies and got to play in the ocean.
I can't shake the feeling that I am the luckiest yellow squirrel in the whole wide world!
