Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Sugarloaf Walk

Weird dog. I was in the mood he wasn't so fifty yards in he stopped. Another dog showed up all shaggy and youthful and happy to see him so he had to be happy back.
Rusty reminds me of me, much happier alone minding his own beeswax.
Signs of Irma recovery, clearing trails and moving downed trees from hurricane damage two years ago,
We turned back and walked the road for a while in accordance with his wishes.
A bright warm afternoon contrasting nicely with reports of snow and storms Up North.
One tends to forget it isn't always summer in other places.

Spring may be said to have sprung I suppose.