Monday, December 3, 2018
A Heath Walk and a Bad Movie
I finally had a chance to take Olga back to the Heath yesterday. It felt so good to get out and walk, even though we got lightly rained on and the forest has definitely entered its muddy winter phase.
Remember those beautiful purple asters that Olga was rolling in just a few months ago? They're a sad brown clump now. Overall, the colors of autumn have mostly given way to bare branches and the wet browns and blacks of winter.
None of that mattered to Olga. She was as energetic and crazy as ever.
Here are the day's finds, a couple of interesting (at least to me) pottery shards. When we got home, I added them to my little collection on the dining room windowsill.
Olga went almost immediately to sleep and I watched "Seven Alone," an old Western I remember seeing at the theater as a child. It popped into my mind while I was reading my book about prospectors in Alaska -- even though the movie takes place on the Oregon Trail -- and lo and behold, the whole thing is on YouTube. I remember loving it as a kid, but lord, it's tedious and the acting is about as wooden as possible. Revisiting it was interesting, but I definitely don't recommend it -- unless you're in elementary school.