Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Breadkfast with Sherlock
As the eggs where frying in the cast iron skillet and the toast was filling the air with nutty goodness and the coffee pot was making it's normal sounds I looked out on the kitchen deck and there was my breakfast company. Sherlock basking in the sun awaiting for my presence.
As I plated up my breakfast I took a quick snap. As I sat on the step eating my eggs and listening to the birds sing their songs - Sherlock nipple on a piece of my toast and smiled up at me with that face that would melt an iceberg..
This lovely boy and I have gone through much over the years and we have been there for each other. There is such joy and peace within me when he wraps his horns around me and just closes his eyes and breaths so slowly - a quite knowing that we share something that words do not need to get in the way of, a heart song that for this gal brings me more peace then anything on the planet.
As I finished my breakfast and lingered over goat snuggles I wonder what today will bring after such a PERFECT breakfast meeting...