There are so many times in life when I feel I am all too undeserving of thoughful acts of kindness.
Josh and I live in a slightly shady neighborhood. In fact, our next door neighbor had a burglar last summer. But I’ve found that any crazies stay away in the during the day. This is important to me because I love to be outside and so do my furry lovers. I take them for walks in the neighborhood almost every day. Our favorite part of this walk is the park that is buried in the back corner of the neighborhood. We always route our course to go there because when we get there I’m usually able to let the dogs off the leash to run around free for a while. I’ve got my timing down like a science so that I’m sure to walk them when I know the park will be vacant or mostly vacant.
In this park there is a baseball field and this is where Haley and I like to play fetch. After an exhilarating 100 rounds of retrieval she is parched and at the far end of the field there is a large garden with bird baths lingering at its fringe. When we first started this walking habit Haley would suddenly ditch me and her stick to go gaze longingly at the bird baths, knowing they held water.
A few walks later I found one of those bird baths moved to the ground. I wasn’t sure but I thought that maybe the man with the pretty garden was very observant and saw my thirsty pups.
Well today, about one year later, I saw that same bird bath in its now usual place in addition to another funny looking water holder and a very distinct dog dish full of water. All of these water vestibules had recently been filled as little droplets still clung to the sides. Along side this plethora of water options was a small pile of hardy sticks. I have a hard time believing that all wasn’t intentional and my heart is so touched by this man’s very thoughtful gift.
The rest of my walk I contemplated ways to get a note of thanks to him for his kindness. Maybe there will be more on that later.