Nathan and I went back to our old stomping grounds near the North Barn for a walk on a familiar route we call "The Trail of Tears," so called because I've shed a tear or two or 200 on this path. I'm not sure why. No tears today though, even though I was prepared with Kleenex in my pockets.
Walking in the sun
The view from the top of Nathan's S&P head
Pointing at a hot air balloon
Taking a Senior picture
Resting on the walk-over (I'm not sure what it's called)
Hey-o
A Dalmatian sheep, at least that's what I called it
The beautiful sky reflected in the puddle
I love being able to breathe in some fresh air, even if it does smell like sheep poo. And that it means that I inhale a few gnats as well.
2 comments:
so glad to have walked that trail with you in person. love you.
It's called a stile, Nicole!
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