@2020

Whilst many of us have made New Year assurances and resolutions, there are some daily routines that you just can’t change. For me, it’s the first dog rush over the local park (they don’t do walkies well, just zoomies). Every day apart from Sundays, I take the 5 minute drive to the local park for the first four hoodlums and the same route home afterwards. Predictable I know but at that time in the morning, it helps not to stretch the brain cells. It was because of this familiar long and winding road (okay so not that long) that I saved a life the other day. What a way to start the new decade!

ok, let’s back up here. I was about to turn left onto a street when I noticed it on the pavement. It struck me as odd since it was still in a pot, generally speaking ‘street plants’ just grow out of the cracks and gaps the city gives them. I drove past but I did feel a bit guilty for not stopping, my excuse was that whoever had dropped the little plant might return for it. Next morning, same route, same plant but someone had moved onto the top of a bin. The pot had disappeared but the little tree thing was there. I did think about stopping but said to myself if it was still there in the morning, I would take it. And I did. Little plant was desperate for water but is now happily ensconced in my newly prepared rockery.

Why was I so drawn to rescuing a 10 inch plant? Those who know me would say I’m a sucker for a rescue. Anything. Or maybe it was a sign from Tony who adored his garden but perhaps that’s pushing it. Either way, I felt a really good feeling for having saved little plant. And to be honest, I think I know why. It’s a living thing and deserved a chance at life as anyone of us does. I’m not one for telling anyone how to live their lives, perhaps making a difference for another whether it be a contribution to the Australian Fire Service or to a local animal charity will give you a really good feeling too. Or maybe just save a little plant.

I’m sure 5 days into the New Year, one shouldn’t say those words any more but Bonne Annee instead. And it’s been a year since the Widow plus Woofers started so thank you all for reading. Don’t worry, I’m not stopping the writing but do keep in touch for the next new venture ahem ahem…..

“A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.” (Jack London author, The Call of the Wild)