It is the driest July-August-September on record in Oregon with only a fourth of inch of rain in September, the only rain in three months. Seventy-seven days out of seventy-eight have been dry. I pull a hundred foot hose off its hanger as it is definitely time to once again water the yard.
Zen loves water. He probably is a reincarnated Labrador. He will roll on grass and romp in the middle of a rainstorm. While watering, I make sure to playfully spray Zen from the hose (when first turned on) as it is warm from being in the sun. Zen takes this opportunity to run around the yard with wild abandonment. He loves dodging and lunging in and out of the water spray. It is joyful to watch his antics.
Duty calls and I stop the flow of water and finish uncoiling and laying out the hose. Zen knows this routine by now, so he just returns to where he left off by racing around the yard and bushes.
As I returned to the task at hand, I realize my face is now planted in the lawn!
I tripped on the hose…duh!
I attempt to relax and assess if I can move legs and arms, when my “fear mind” chimes in: “What if I can’t get up? What if I broke something? How will I get help? Will the neighbors see me laying out here?” I stopped the insanity (remember the lady who coined that phrase) and attempt to continue slowly, moving body parts.
When I am able to turn my head, I see Zen’s paws right next to me. He stopped his joyful playing and came to be at my side and he stayed there until I was once again mobile. Very Zen indeed.
I was abit shaken, but after a short time managed to get up. Once I got back to watering,
Zen goes right back to running around doing his happy dance. Hey, he did his job.
I was stiff the next day, but no worse for wear.
The lawn got watered. Zen was worn out and ready for a nap. Later, as I relaxed inside, I reflected how touched I am of how he showed up being my protector and guardian. When the moment presented itself, he stopped his play and returned to be at my side. And, that dear reader warms the cockles of my heart.
Rain is supposed to return this weekend to Oregon with a series of storms approaching. When it arrives, rest assured, Zen and I will be outside in the rain, doing our happy dance…among fern, flora and fauna.
Wishing YOU a happy dance!
Sandra and Zen too~
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