Last weekend the Mr. and I went for a walk. With the hound, of course. She of the super sniffer.
Hey, look! It’s that guy I’m always yammering about!
Anyway, this is the perfect time of year to get outside before autumn arrives. The wood ticks are gone, and the temps have been cooler. (She said snottily, while the rest of you are still sweltering. Sorry ’bout that.)
Relax. Trains don’t run on this track anymore. We weren’t about to have a “Fried Green Tomatoes” moment, I promise.
See those boots? Those lovely Frye Campus boots
, than I had damn well better be buried in because I like them so much? In all aspects of life, they are lovely. Except on gravel. They have smooth leather soles. On gravel, you may as well be wearing a sign on your back that says “Please Help Me Up.”
We saw plenty of berries. And no, I have no idea what any of them are, except for the raspberries.
To further illustrate that fall is fast approaching, I even saw one of those. Yeek.
We walked for quite awhile, and when we decided to turn around and head back to the truck, no one was happier than Scout.
It was a good day.