Outside - Today


After you have exhausted what there is
is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on

- have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear
- what remains? Nature remains.

Walt Whitman

US poet (1819 - 1892)

Maiz


Maiz died in her sleep early this morning, before dawn.
The Rottie was barking at her head.
My husband went out to check on them and informed me that Maize had passed away.
The Rottie wanted us to know.
I told Maiz she could go... finally that dog obeyed a command.