Leaving Port Townsend
And summertime was falling down and winter was closing in
Now the warriors of winter they gave a cold triumphant shout
And all that stays is dying and all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow
They’ve got the urge for going and they’ve got the wings so they can go
They get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown ~~~ Tom Rush version (1968)
I got the urge for going and I got the wings to go.
After a long summer of some joy but much suffering (we lost our best friend Bouy), we head out today for the long adventure to our winter desert home.
Although that awesome dog can never be replaced (tribute forthcoming), we are excited and can’t wait to pick up a new fox red lab puppy next week.
We’ll post photos of our new puppy pal and the summer’s scenes over the next weeks.
