Last Saturday morning, Boh and I woke up early, and part of the way through my first cup of coffee and my bowl of muesli, I had a thought — wouldn’t my sweet dog enjoy a special walk? So we bundled up, hopped in the car, and enjoyed a solid hour of cold-weather Saturday morning strolling. (Well, I strolled. Boh mostly bounded.)
This is Boh waiting patiently while I photograph the waterfall.
It was a crisp, clear morning, and the sun was just starting to break through the trees to hit the path as we walked back toward the car.
Awesome tree roots.
Walks are much more pleasant with hand knits. (In particular, my thanksgiving day mitts.) Happy Friday!