Yellow buses

The summer is almost over.  Back to School supplies are out.  The class list has been sent and I'm beginning to feel left out.  Like the kid who no one picks to be on their team.  That part of my life has died.  I will be where there are no yellow buses  filled with excited, scared kids ready to start over again.
There is no other time in their lives that they can start again and this time make it better than it was before...I'll miss that.

Bring Bailey home

Bailey died.  I knew she was having trouble with her hip but she would still trot around outside.  She had a smile on her face and enjoyed being in the garden watching us.  She's always been a whinner when she would get a shot or stub her toe, so it was a surprise to see her suddenly laying down and breathing fast.  I always thought we'd have to take her in to the vet like the other animals.  I never expected her to die at home.  But she did.  And today we are going to bring her home.  We'll bury her in the yard along with the others, Buddy, Beau, Tigger, Chester, Sammy, Cooper and Rosie.  It's sad but it's part of the circle.

 This is Bailey, Cooper and Digger in the Garden.