Look! I’m dragging you out on our walk again. I just thought you’d like to see the difference a week makes. Spring has not sprung, but it is springing.
The park service did a controlled burn to get some of the underbrush – but you can see some of the green peeking though. Next weekend there is a BassMaster Elite Tournament so the campgrounds are getting packed and the lake is going to be busy – there were some guys getting in some practice in. By the way, I like fisherman. They are men of patience and storytellers, what’s not to like. Also fish aren’t as cute as deer, and taste good deep fried so “hunting” them doesn’t bother me. Hypocrite, thy name is Marika.
Everything is starting to bloom. By the way, even though I was there early I did not get to be a Pip like I usually do, too many BassMasters along the way. Fishermen get up early. And God forbid I be a character in one of their stories.
Dogwood! And since we are speaking of dogs…
He runs through every pile of leaves there is. EVERY. SINGLE. PILE. We walk 3.6 miles on this walk, do you know how many piles there are? And if he’s dived in before, he’ll do it again. It doesn’t matter. But — it’s his walk as well, so we go with it.
And of course, listening to the Closet Kitten Playlist did give me an idea, for a whole new adventure – not what I’m working on. I’ll still take it.