That Time Of Day

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Girl Person likes to read a lot.  She likes to think a lot.  And she read me something yesterday.  She said, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that.”  Now.  Let me just say.  I am not a reader.  I am not a thinker.  I am a doer.  I do what makes me happy.


And what makes me happy includes hiking, eating, being with my family, not getting arrested by Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle, walks in the woods, an all you can eat pancake bar with pancake martinis made from maple syrup, because that is legal at my age…and lately, one more thing.  Besides run on sentences. That time of day when the light hits the trees at just that time.  At just that angle.  At just that time of day. In this Florida place.


Now, this tree, and this light at this time of day is only here. And we have not been here at this park long.


But it doesn’t take long to make new friends in the woods with the trees and all the life there.  It doesn’t take long to remember each tree by name, and to know the routines of the woods.  Every place has its routines with it’s inhabitants. Every tree in that place, in the woods, or the forest.

I asked Girl Person what in the world the difference was between the woods and a forest. Girl Person, since she reads a lot, knew that the forest is bigger than the woods. There are more trees in it and a larger area.  Kinda like when I have more pancakes in my belly, my butt is larger.


But she said that no matter what, the trees here don’t care about the name of where they are.  They. Just. Are.  They know they love it.


And even though it is dark most of the time, they look forward to that one time of day where no matter how many trees there are, a little light goes to them.  They seem to each get a turn with the light on their time of day.

Persons seem to take for granted things like light and sunshiney.  Persons seem to take for granted when the light shines down on their face.


They may wonder when the next rain is coming, or when there will be a storm. And they don’t enjoy that light.  But I say, what if that rain or that storm comes?  When the light and the sun comes out again, won’t it be glorious? You see, we all have to walk thru our own dark forests.  But there will always be light again if we keep walking.  It is part of the cycle.

So, look around and see a tree in your own yard.  Notice that time of day that the light shines especially beautiful on it.  And when you see that, remember the time when you felt the most beautiful.  And strive for that.  Keep walking.

What many of us don’t realize is that even when we are in darkness, life is growing. Lessons are being learned.

Take all the life that is in you, even in the forest, and look for the light. Combine them all and see what a better person you become.  And when your special time of day comes, shine!

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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The Little Rotten Pumpkin

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  I heard someone say one time that when it’s pumpkin season, all is gourd. Actually, I have never heard that.  But I’m clever like that.


Persons seem to think that there are appropriate seasons for things.  Like, only in the spring can you wear white or whatever.  Only in the winter can you sport those boots.  Only in the Fall can you like pumpkins.  Or pumpkin pie. And then, that’s that.

I agree. There are seasons.  Obviously.  But why do persons think less of something when its season has past?  Meet the little rotten pumpkin.  We’ve been carrying her since North Carolina.  When she was in her season.


We got busy.  We thought that we could use her for a little pie later.  And then later and later it became.  The weather started to change.  We broke down. Digby Pancake hurt his foot.  And it seemed that there was no time to bake a pumpkin pie.

So we didn’t bake that pumpkin pie.  And yesterday, well, as it sat out on the picnic table, Girl Person remarked that she wished she would have used that little pumpkin.  Now it was rotten.  It was just sitting there.


And I thought, well, I would have liked a pumpkin pie.  Sure.  Sure, I would have.  Digby would have liked some pumpkin pancakes.  And now the little pumpkin could not be used for that.  No.  It could not.

But then I thought about it.  Sure, it wasn’t used in the season everyone thought it should be used in.  But it still had brought enjoyment.  It still went with us when we traveled and we could look at it on our dashboard.  It sat on the kitchen counter with all the other fruit to be looked at.  And it even got to sit outside on the picnic table for a few weeks as others campers got to enjoy its beauty too.  It’s season may have passed.  But it was still useful afterwards.  In fact, I think the little rotten pumpkin had the time of its life. Even if no one else recognized it.

So little rotten pumpkin?  We may have to say goodbye, but your time here was not wasted.  You see, not every pumpkin was born to be a pie.  Even though persons may tell you that.  If you waste your whole life trying to be something or do something you don’t want to do, that is when time is wasted. Be who you are and use your worth.  You have it, in whatever season of life that you are in.

Goodbye little rotten pumpkin. Your beauty was out of this world.

I will always appreciate when you were here. Although we have to say goodbye, it will always be pumpkin season in my heart.


-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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