It was a typical afternoon in the Dog Woods. Wally trotted ahead, his nose pulling him into small discoveries hidden along the trail. A friend and I followed behind, our feet brushing against leaves scattered on the ground. That, in itself, was surprising. August is not supposed to look this way. The canopy still shimmeredContinue reading “The Wind in the Dog Woods”
Tag Archives: Gratitude
Grab the Sandwich!
The morning was stitched in a quiet gold stillness, the kind that settles over the world just before the neighborly hum of awakening. The sky hung soft and open, with a promise of an easy burn-off and afternoon warmth. Wally and I were on the final leg of our morning walk, just coming out ofContinue reading “Grab the Sandwich!”
The Neighborhood is Humming
Wally and I stroll down our quiet neighborhood street on a warm summer morning. The sun has not yet burned off the haze that lingers above the treetops, and the air smells faintly of fir needles and earth. Our daily jaunt always begins this way, with Wally trotting slightly ahead, nose to the ground, earsContinue reading “The Neighborhood is Humming”