Yesterday I drove up north to where I bought property to put my bees on ( to be known as "The Farm". It is covered in Bayberry brush so I have been (painfully) chopping it down and burning it. As I was working, evening suddenly appeared and I noticed the dogs looking toward the meadow and saw 5 deer munching away, not caring a thing as we watched. Back to work to bring in the last pieces before dark and put them on the fire. Then I opened a bottle of wine and sat. Looking up the first star appeared, soon the sky was ablaze, matching the fire before me. I was admiring the Milky Way, something you can't see from the city, as it stretched across the sky when a satellite past overhead and it took me back some some 59 years ago when my trusty companion, our golden retriever, Goldie, and I were skating on Green lake, one of my favorite winter things to do, and tiring, I lay down with my head on Goldie's chest, listening to the throb of her heart and rhythm of her breathing
and saw Sputnik, the first ever satellite cross the sky, a night to
remember.
