Mowing the yard in the heat became a dance of feet, mower, and grasshoppers. To giggle at their jumping and hoping they understood when I said my eyes not very good so please be careful in case I do not see. Cleaning up from mowing became a dance of birds and squirrels scurrying to claim their seed, their patience with my mowing long gone.  Coming in to cool down became a dance of trying to find a suitable place for a very sweaty little hobbit to sit. And then, to look out the window and see not one but two baby marmots peaking out from their concrete hiding place.  Sweet mercy, to feel a weary, hot, sweaty, overworked, and very weary body shake with laughter and the heart sigh. Even the whisper giggled and sighed, “Ain’t it grand?!” Yes….and thank you.