Monday, November 27, 2017
Sunny Sunday Walk
I tried my best to stay home yesterday. I read all morning, relaxing on the couch, and it was fabulous. But around 10 a.m. the dog began staring me down, quivering with anticipation and jumping at every turn of the page. Well, you can't read under those circumstances, can you? The pressure is too great.
So I caved in and took her to the Heath, where, as you can see, we had a beautiful sunny walk. (You can barely see Olga out in that field.)
Every time I go to the Heath I see something new -- like these trees shaped just like a treble clef.
We also found a suspiciously black and hairy object nestled in the leaves. A bear? A badger?
No, just someone's old coat.
In the end, it was good to get out of the house. I suppose that's partly what dogs are for -- to keep us moving!