Usually I think and contemplate what I am going to blog about. Do I have a Metamorphosis Monday post or a Outdoor Wednesday, etc. I put quite a bit of thought in it.
But . . .
last night, something just told me to talk about our dear dog, Molly, and how she adopted us.
This morning, Craig came to me and said that Molly had not eaten the food he put out for her and asked if I had seen her. I told him that I did not get home until after dark the night before so I had not seen her. He went out to go to school and looked over in the flower bed and found her. She looked very peaceful so we guess she died in her sleep.
Last night, something just told me to talk about Molly.
Needless, to say, we are sad here "at home on pine ridge" today.
Take Care and God Bless!