Garden adventures

In my last post I wrote about the work I do in the garden: guardening. But that is not the only thing I do out there. You see: we have a very nice garden. It is not a huge estate, but it is big enough to do several fab things. I like to sunbathe on the terrace. And investigate the plants:

Sometimes I bring Chuck out in the garden. Chuck is my prey. He stays indoors most of the time, the poor bastard. I know he is a little afraid to go out, begin a chicken and all that, but I think it is important for him to be in the Great Outdoors now and then. The garden is just what he can handle, so that is fine. I am sure he is grateful to me, for bringing him out into the fresh air.

There is something else I do in the garden, but that is a secret. No one knows, not even M, so please do not tell her. I would like to show it to you, though, because adventures tend to get even more exciting when shared. This is it, my Secret Project:

I am digging a tunnel! To… well, I do not exactly know where to. I guess I’ll find out when I get there.

You see: our garden is a great place to be!


We have been out in the garden a lot recently. M has been working with the plants en bushes, making it all look pretty. She likes doing that. My task is to guard our property, so no cat or pigeon will enter it. Nor foxes nor rabbits, although I would like to chase a trespassing fox out of our garden! Alas, there are no smells of foxes or rabbits near our garden, so I guess they avoid us because they know I am here. Pity.

So M is gardening and I am guarding. Which, in a garden like this, is demanding because there are so many sounds and smells  – human and feline – around us. It is guardening!


I am in a contemplative mood, so I would like to write about something that has occupied my mind recently. Although I am a canine and I usually think about food and play and hunting – because that is what canines do – I sometimes give attention to the more philosophical part of me. Maybe it is because I am from Greece, the country where all the great philosophers come from. Like Pluto and Sobarkes. Ha, everyone knows that!

Anyway, I am thinking a lot about time, recently. That magical thing one can not touch or eat or smell but that seems to be all powerful in the human world. Humans measure their days and energy in time. They never seem to have enough of it. Which is odd, because time is not something you can have. It just is.

There is something strange about the phenomenon: humans tend to measure time in defined units (minutes, hours, weeks). However, it is not that clear-cut. For really understanding time, one does not have to measure it, one has to feel it. Then one will discover that time is not fixed, but fluid.

For instance: time is almost non-existent when one is resting. I call this slow moving time, it is time that is hardly noticed. It is flowing like a broad river, smoothly:

Then there is fast moving time, when one is having Fun and Adventures. This kind of time is bubbly and playful and concentrated in the moment:

And sometimes time is easy and comfortable, it has a leisurely pace. When everything seems to be calm and all right, there is nothing to be overly exited about and one just is, at ease with the world:

I have come to the conclusion that time is not something that is always the same. On the contrary: it is always changing. Like the weather and, well, life – I guess. One can not save time or have time, one can only sense it. And enjoy it. Which is, by far, the best attitude in life, for anything. That is not only the way I see it, but that is how the great philosophers saw it too. I am sure about that.