Turtle

Yesterday Amy and I were in a bit of a grump. We awoke and decided on a little picnic at Greystone Mansion. Immediately after pulling into the parking lot we regretted not bringing any pot. We ate on a stone wall overlooking the grounds, talking a bit about wealth and the wealthy. After eating we decided to go home and get some grass and return to the park. Our mood improved greatly with the gentle herb high, wonderful weather and inspiring surroundings. We wandered over most of the property talking and sitting in different places when we needed rest.
There is a small fish pond near the Mansion, and we sat down and watched water turtles swim and sun. Amy had never seen them close up like before. It's sad that people don't see turtles. They have great personality and expression. They also seem to really appreciate the art of doing nothing. I sat there thinking that if I were inclined to believe in reincarnation that I would want to come back as a turtle in the pond by Greystone Mansion.
We sat a little longer and two young boys ran down to the pond. At once one began poking a stick in the water and calling out "come here turtle!". I could see no malice in the boy's eyes but I felt nervous for the turtles. I know what ignorance lurks in the minds and able bodies of young boys. No turtles headed his call, and he was soon beckoned by his mother.
Those Turtles did not come when you called little one, but you did not tarry a moment when your mother did.
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