Splendor in the Grass

Run through the jungle.

The very idea of “jungle” has always sort of set my excitement level up about five notches.  I picture tigers with their skin painted not just with the normal tiger stripes, but with sunlight filtering down through the jungle canopy.  Panthers lurk in the shaded branches above, ready to leap down on unsuspecting prey.  Snakes slithers, creeping insects traverse the ground, flying bugs swarm around anything with warm blood…and around a few dead things that omit foul odors.

Crocodiles prowl the waterways, chimps chatter as they fling themselves from branch to branch and tree to tree.  Massive silverback gorillas peek at you from the mist, trying to decide what to do with you – if anything. Birds dive and swirl overhead in a never-ending dance of life.

I’ve been in some small patches of jungle, but not the African jungle or Amazon basin jungle.  They must be incredible places.

It seems that I’m not alone in my fondness for jungle.  I believe our dog, Lucy, shares that fondness.  Or so it seems, anyway.  When we walk along the levee road by the San Joaquin, there is a stretch of the levee that is bordered on the river side by tall grasses.  For whatever reason, Lucy loves to wade into the grass and walk through it.  I think it is her way of feeling like a wild animal, prowling, searching, exploring the jungle.  Sometimes I think she’s looking for a rhinoceros, at other times she’s searching for a big cat that she can tussle with.  It lets her feel fearless and brave.  Regardless, when the sun is going down and she’s in the grass, she makes quite the image…that’s where the title of this post came from.

Beware!  She may be coming for you!

_MG_0761ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY:  in 1883, New York’s Oscar Hammerstein, patented the first, practical, cigar-rolling machine.  His grandson would later gain fame by teaming up with Richard Rodgers and writing some of the world’s best known music.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY: Before medical science discovered how the circulatory system functioned, people believed that a vein of blood ran directly from the third finger on the left hand to the heart. Because of the hand-heart connection, they chose the descriptive name vena amori, Latin for the vein of love, for this particular vein.  Based upon this name, their contemporaries, purported experts in the field of matrimonial etiquette, wrote that it would only be fitting that the wedding ring be worn on this finger.

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