What a morning. Just a bit hazy and a cool 63 degrees, I figured Marabella would accompany me to the Crossing. That didnt happen. Our first stop had me stepping in place. My heavy dog walking, dewy, wet grass resistant boots, unbeknown to me, squishing what was obviously Mullberries discovered only after the aroma wafted up to my face. I was instantly transported to the driveway at the farm house in Hopewell.
And such was our walk this morning, she stopping and sniffing and me stopping and stepping back and forth, until we reached the middle of the field and I had to have a serious talk with my dog. OY
My suspicion is Coyote She has been learning to ignore or at least leave, the deer, squirrels l, fox and bunnies. I had very little control of her this morning.
Lucky for me our day would get better. Once home, I burned off a bit of energy with a little bit of yardwork. I had clipped some fresh blooming hydrangea, when I encountered my vegetable gardening neighbor. Now I have a bowl with tomatoes and carrots. Alas, he has the hydranges😃
Yum
