Sometimes the best thing about a day is that you get to wake up for it.
In other words, no one sitting one rung higher up on the food chain o’ life successfully orders you for breakfast that morning.
So you go out, forage around, have a wallow, have a nap, forage some more, go to sleep.
A bit dull, perhaps, but alive.
Alive is a good thing.
But then there are those days when life is just so sweet.
And maybe it isn’t one big sweet thing that makes it that way, but a whole pile of tiny sweet things strung together.
A lovely little sun shower right over your favorite mud wallowing spot.
A hungry predator that goes crashing off through the undergrowth, hot on the trail of someone else who isn’t you.
A fresh fig, served up “hand-fed” – just the way you like it most.
These tiny sweet things are the same exact stuff whole big sweet days can be made of.
Pearl, Malti, Bruce & their mama
Oh my a mouth full of fig! Can she get any cuter?
I would say it is always possible but that’s a big challenge! 😊❤️