An Ordinary Day

An ordinary day upon the trail: a walk with Missy, cutting vines and trees. That spoon of sugar goes a long, long way in finding joy in what the work entails. Imagine then how much that I was pleased to hear young voices singing loud and gay, come running at me in a wild stampede, wrap arms around my leg and tightly squeeze. Because this happens often, I can say extraordinary, true, but yes indeed, an ordinary day.