Just before six this morning, Sadie and I walked out into a world set up for a Sherlock Holmes movie. The fog was so thick I could barely see the trees close by the porch. The old-fashioned pseudo-gaslight lamps were dimmed and spooky.
Two hours later when we walked the perimeter, mist was still rising from the lake, and drops of moisture were glistening on the pines like Christmas ornaments.
By 2:30 p.m.under cloudless skies and 92 degrees, we could barely see the previously sparkling spider webs that filled the juniper bushes like a tent city.
Enough yellow, red and brown leaves have fallen that Sadie and I make shuffling, scuffling sounds. We will make our rounds again tonight, per last week's
medical advice to up our walks by one lap a day. What astonishes me is that every time around I see something new. As an easily bored insatiable Elephant's Child, I say that is a miracle.
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| In the Mists at Stonebridge |
Two hours later when we walked the perimeter, mist was still rising from the lake, and drops of moisture were glistening on the pines like Christmas ornaments.
By 2:30 p.m.under cloudless skies and 92 degrees, we could barely see the previously sparkling spider webs that filled the juniper bushes like a tent city.
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| Tent City |
Enough yellow, red and brown leaves have fallen that Sadie and I make shuffling, scuffling sounds. We will make our rounds again tonight, per last week's
medical advice to up our walks by one lap a day. What astonishes me is that every time around I see something new. As an easily bored insatiable Elephant's Child, I say that is a miracle.