Summer mornings with the dogs has settled into a routine.
Wake the woman.
I stumble around to the door to let them out before I do ANYTHING else. That, of course, means no glasses. They are lucky I can find the door. Or maybe I am lucky that I can find the door fast enough for them. Then it is feed them and get them outside to take care of business.
That is all routine.
The time in the dog run is NOT routine.
This piece of our property now has a fence around it just so the dog’s can run. They can chase lizards and dig at old rabbit holes. They can play.
It is the result of years of run off from the hill behind it. Parts are sandy. Parts are hard packed. Parts are granite rock. It has been home to quail, rabbits, squirrels and chipmunks. Now it is a play yard for Cocker Spaniels.
It is here that the tennis ball rules. And hunting must be done with a tennis ball. You know what I mean?
While they hunt, I practice with my camera. During their hunts I have found some amazing things. And I have tried to capture them.
There is coyote brush, California sage and black sage.
There is black oak.
And fallen pine.
It is a place where I can read and toss tennis balls. Or wander and take photographs. But mostly it is a place of quiet peace.
Punctuated by lizards running for their lives.
So far the lizards are winning.