December it may be
But I still have some catching up to do.
All summer long, my beloved Jolly accompanied to the gardens, and waited – down on the ground – while I did my stint as a leopard in a tree.
I’d get up when I felt like it, have breakfast, take a shower, get dressed. We’d walk to the Parsonage the long way round, along the river. The sun shone. A bag swung from my hand. Inside was some food for me, some food for Jolly, a plastic bowl to put water in for him, and my leopard onesie. I thought, “This is the life.”