Those are my guys...in deep discussion...waiting for their Beagle puppies to catch up.
It was Sunday evening, and the sun was disappearing, the wind was picking up and the coolness was coming back for nightfall. Jason and Gage turned out their puppies and took them for a walk. I watched them through the window for a while, then grabbed my camera and walked out join them.
If you know me well, you know that I am not the outdoorsy type. Considering I was raised on the farm, fed enough bottle calves and milked enough cows to last me the rest of my life, then raked hay until I turned crispy...one would think that I love being outside in the sunshine, but I don't.
I used to go deer hunting with Jason. In fact, I went two years with him and carried my own gun. I shot at and missed a buck. But that happened back when we were dating. A girl will about go anywhere to please a good looking blue-eyed guy. However, when we married I started our nest. And I am quite happy feathering and rearranging the sticks and twigs in our nesting box.
I go outside to play with Gage, to observe Jason and Gage running through the weeds with their dogs, to watch them target shoot with their bows, to feed and water their dogs while they are gone...but I'll leave the outside territory to them. Their Sunday evenings are spent with nature, and all the wonders thereof.
My Sunday evenings are spent watching them. And reading the Sunday newspaper after dinner. What wonderful family time I have and share with a man, a boy and two little Beagles.
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