You are not touching my bone!

She has been busy chewing this bone. She takes her time and enjoys it. Finally hot summer days are over and we can start spending more time outside. There are so many projects I have started working on but there is no end. At one point you just say it's okay, let's just do it and stop worrying about having the right tool. 

"After rain after any days without rain,

It stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,

And the dampness there, married now to gravity,

Falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground.

Where it will disappear – but not, of course, vanish

Except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share, 

And the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss; 

A few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole’s tunnel;

And soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years, 

Will feel themselves being touched."

~Mary Oliver