Good morning…
Instead of being fluffy white, I could not figure out why my little dog’s lower half was completely brown. When we came home from our walk at the horse farm, specks of dirt littered our floor and even six hours later, when we hopped in the bed for a late afternoon nap, Gracie left a film of dirt atop our white duvet. She and I had walked and talked with friends religiously for months and months before. Why on this one morning was my little dog such a mess?
It took the next walk on the next day to solve the messy mystery. It seems to me the morning frost melting to dew in the southern December sun made the dirt on the path cling to her fur. Until this season passes, I will add another ritual to our morning routine. I will plop Gracie into four inches of warm water following our daily walks, bubbling up her dirty legs, letting her shake dry, until the frost-turned-dew finds its way to frost-turned-ice before returning to soft dew in spring.
Before yesterday, I had never stopped to notice the different forms of morning dew.
By wisdom the Lord founded the earth;
by understanding he created the heavens.
By his knowledge the deep fountains of the earth burst forth,
and the dew settles beneath the night sky, Proverbs 3:19-20 (NLT),
Sue
