Raised by Coyotes.

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These days there is so much fake news being shared and posted. 

I'm a middle of the road sort of girl, wanting people to feel free to live and believe

as they wish. After all, is the news I read real news?? Who's to say what I read is real,

and what others read and post is fake? 

Nonetheless, all of it leaves me feeling quite overwhelmed, and I do not like how I feel. 

So, I'll post some real news here and now:

I slept 'til 0800. 

The morning was rainy.

We went on a packwalk up Coyote Hill. 

Milo sat rather sleepily at his post. 

Pintō and Berry wandered the garden rows as I plucked greens. 

I stripped peas from almost-full pods and nibbled them on the spot. 

We said hey to those who sleep in the forest. 

We sauntered back to the house for doggie breakfast and cat breakfast. 

I boiled a pot of chai for myself. 

My garden bag was in great need of reorganization, so I took care of that. 

And, now, it is 1430, and we are headed back up the hill to affix some mirror pieces 

to stones on Ziggy's gravesite. 

The sun is shining. 

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Oh, and, what's with the title of this post, you ask? 

When I need to apologize for my behaviour, I say to the recipient

I apologize.....I wasn't raised by wolves but I *was* raised by coyotes. 

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And, that's the end of this quirky little post, except for this last statement: 

it's a good life. 

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