Abe Found a Dime

2024.08.01

Good morning that wonderful way.

A dime.

Abe found a dime.

On the deck.

Ran down the stairs with it.

Chomp chomp chomp.

A cow's cud on the strong grass.

Or bury it.

Suppose if it's not a seed it's burying.

Not even a quarter.

Quite a feat to pick the thing up without opposable digits.

There's no real concern, health wise.

It's not a quarter or half dollar.

Wonder if it's like bubble gum, that old myth, that it stays in your stomach for seven years before it's fully digested.

Wonder what the return of investment is on that deposit.

I thanked him for the writing prompt.

Nah, enough of that.

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The grackle couple, do they mate for life pecking away on the other side of the fence at some seed Mother Nature tossed down with invisible, quite visible hands?

Do you think Mother Nature knows where every oak helicopter lands?

Think she directs them?

A Homeplate serving of dinners to be, of shade yet to see?

How much strategy, how much planning, how many acts of inspiration and creativity?

Is Ma an Artist?

Yep.

A beautiful forest makes for the best walks, grows all things best.

Beauty for Nature means health.

And as we're natural beings, that means us too.

"I always picked the most attractive thing, the one that brought the best sense to please my senses."

The answer the woman gives to the question on her hundred and tenth birthday before she easily blows out the candles on a cake, she'll have two slices of, a chocolate, double chocolate, beauty doctors told her to stop eating twenty-five years ago.

There's no such thing as a free lunch, but Great-great-great grandma knows a thing or two about freedom, about age, about how to enjoy each day.

Whatever she chooses, with so many around to love her and all the care in the room the accumulation of years brings, it won't even cost her a dime.