Monday, May 30, 2016
Olga and Wisteria
Olga and I went walking on all four parts of Hampstead Heath yesterday morning: The East Heath, Sandy Heath, West Heath and Hampstead Heath Extension. (Here's a map, if you're curious.) We've never done all four in a single day, at least not that I can remember. She got a workout!
(She also got a bath when we got home, because, you know -- mud.)
On the way to the Heath we passed this amazing wall of wisteria in Hampstead. We first saw it a few weeks ago, when it hadn't yet bloomed, and I filed it away in my mind, thinking, "That will make a fabulous photo!" I was afraid it would be past its peak by now -- and I think it is, very slightly -- but it still made a good shot.
I unleashed Olga and told her to stay.
She's not the best listener. But eventually she complied.
Aside from our vigorous walk, yesterday consisted mostly of housework. In the evening our coworker Colin had a barbecue at his house, and Dave didn't feel up to it, but I went and had fun. (Is it bad that I left my sick husband at home while gallivanting off to a party? I think he was probably glad for the peace and quiet after being tormented by the vacuum and the washing machine all day.) Colin has a fire pit, and we all drank wine and sat around the fire roasting marshmallows, which I don't think I've done in -- oh, what -- 30 years? More? Anyway, today I smell like one of Smokey the Bear's assistants.