The oasis is guarded by “Roberto,” a Peruvian Easter Island spirit. He sees everything and protects my house and family. I feed him spiritually every now and then.
Lucy- best loving dog ever!
Next to Roberto is Lucy who died four years ago. My neighbor Steve made this iron Lucy for me to mark her grave. My vet friend came and put Lucy down when I knew the time had come. We sat around her for a few hours that night after she had been “freed” and drank champagne. Stories about Lucy and other stories floated through the air as the evening darkened and the fireflies came out. Eventually I said “let’s go before she gets cold.”
I carried her up to the hole we dug that day, cradling her for the last time, not crying like I am now writing this.
I placed her her in the hole facing the driveway so she could see us when Kyle and I left and returned, and as I stood up meow meow- Kyles cat- dove into the hole and meowed loudly then climbed out and disappeared into the darkness. The entire day meow meow was never farther than ten feet away from Lucy. How did he know Lucy would be no more???
After writing this I realize that I should stop writing tonight, having revisited Lucy’s passing for the first time in a long time.
Veggie blog will be back tomorrow so I can tell everyone what I saw this afternoon in our place of peace.
Just thought that I could mention to people that gardens can be a place for the soul as well as the stomach.