I haven’t seen my dear little Buster in over a week, and Sunny hasn’t been by since last month. I did see a fox run into the woods near Buster’s burrow a few days ago. I also heard a hawk in the woods later that day. Maybe it was the same hawk that dive-bombed my neighbor’s bird-seed party, the attendants of which were numerous songbirds and the chipmunk that lives in her front yard.
During the golden hour on Sunday evening, after a memorable day in Kennebunkport and Cape Neddick followed by lobster, Wayne and I took a walk on Ferry and Western Beach. Continue reading “Eternity”