the way to wonderland - post seven

out in the yard, her long legs stepped over the gate meant for children and dogs and made their way into the depths of the garden. she needed roots and herbs. mama cat stretched awake in the sun and looked at her for instructions. go see what’s coming. a quick sniff into the eastern then the western air and she headed off in the latter direction. the long lady watched the patchwork fur slink out of sight. a dog would have merely run headlong into whatever it was. that’s why children were always the dogs’ assignment. she turned back to her work, stretched out her fingers, and dug deep into the soft garden earth. maneuvering her fingers through the dirt, twisting and pushing and angling her arms, she buried herself up to the shoulder. she began looking. the fingers and nails moved now in a spiral. the labor was unnervingly slow and her muscles began to ache within minutes. the mind must be calm. she silenced her thoughts and pushed her conscience self into the very ends of her fingertips.

bit by bit, the earth shifted out of her way. she clawed her path, picking out grubs, slicing worms in two, and scratching away decay. there. the soil was looser at her left hand now. a few steps further and there would be a root. a minute or so more and the real work could begin.

Look at that. I had time to do some work on Wonderland this past weekend. Posts I, II, III, IV, V, & VI