I like blogger Cindy’s description of walking her dogs through the autumn woods. Her down to earth style written in an almost poetic form intrigues me. Enjoy!
This morning, I threw on warm, loose clothing and filled my lidded coffee cup. I added a tattered wooly blazer and a black felt hat with a large, orange silk flower in the rim. I put the camera in my pocket, and set out for a walk.
The dogs were stunned!
In the last several weeks, every invitation for a walk has turned into a disappointment to them.
Summer traffic discouraged walks down the Fox Lake Road.
Any off-road walks were necessarily abbreviated because of the mosquitoes.
All excursions were limited by my schedule.
There were days when, having arrived home late, I tried to convince them that a brisk jog two or three times around the perimeter of the yard counts as a walk.
Or a few trips back and forth to bring groceries, mail and other supplies in from the car.
A wander through the garden to pick…
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