Harley and I visit the outdoors one last time each night
Spring is upon us and our slug is back
Each night slowly crossing the driveway toward the flower bed
Harley’s favorite sniff of the night
I stand there with flash light in hand looking at the slug
Listening to the waves on the spit, loud but still quiet
Stars some nights, rain others but our slug moves slowly ever diligent
Toward her goal and back before the morning light
Before Harley, I never heard the night or met our slug
Missing the beauty, breathing slower… through the eyes of our slug.
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Savor the Flavors
Let your senses take over… yes it’s hard to slow down to a slug’s pace.
But try. Block out the world.
Test it. Just for the sheer pleasure. Close your eyes. Take a bit of cheese, melt it in your mouth and sip some wine. Now isn’t this better?
Olympic Cellars, April 16-17 Port Angeles, WA
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