Monday walk…in memoriam

Every so often, we got a day where it wasn’t actively raining and we seized the moment to enjoy it to the fullest. While my s-i-l took one of the dogs for a long run, I (who am a fast-twitch muscle/sprinter/100-200m “distance” runner), took a nice walk to find a memorial in the forest.

When it’s been raining, you start seeing fungus and although there were many that had dried out due to the long drought, some survived, while others were beginning to thrive.

Bundle a number of these branches together and you have a broom of the sort used before you could just go buy one and still used by some.

Monday walk…on the wild side

After getting back from Philadelphia, I wanted to get to the park, worried that the wildflowers might have bloomed without me.  But the combination of rain and coolness worked in my favor.  On Friday morning, I donned my Sperry duck boots and headed down the back trail.  It’s going to be a bad year for ticks, so I had tights on under my hiking pants and my socks up over the bottoms.  I have a healthy respect (and dislike) for ticks and their diseases.