Metaphor

ok back to the metaphor thing. I heard recently that gardening is a metaphor for life.  As I spent the week-end with Riggs I could not help but think that spending time with a lab puppy is a metaphor for life, too. As we went walking, we came across a series of puddles. Riggs noticed before I did. She started walking in the water and was so pleased with how the water splashed up all around her that she walked with more vim and vigor to create even more enthusiastic splashes. Then the dance began. She danced and danced in the puddle. Sure she would have loved it if it had been deeper. However, she "loved it the way it was". Acceptance.  And she danced and danced and danced. Then she went on the retrieve pecans only to have them taken away. I didn't know what they were. Just found out they are pecans. Thanks Riggs. I didn't know that beautiful tree out my den window is a pecan tree. Gift. When you get older, I'll let you eat a pecan (if  it's ok with your parents). For now, I'll gaze at the beautiful tree and know it is a home for pecans. I miss you.