Having an young active dog, one whose breed has installed a drive to go and do, means I get out even if the weather suggests hot tea and a laptop or book.
Yesterday was a theme day at Momentile: “reflections.” But try as I could, I saw little image reflected in the muddy paths, puddles, brown streams. I did hear frogs in the 50 degree weather, and hints of buds to comes, swollen tips red and green. And reflected that I love my dog, Oregon, licorice ferns and walking in the woods.
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Sport is all wet!
But at least he is not muddy. At the moment.
He says hi and he loves you.
oh, your pictures make me want to visit oregon so bad…one of these days..soon.
Yes, soon! Summer is only a thought and a half away!