walks

home in winter

Today we made a point to take a morning walk.  We didn’t have to wear mittens.  It was Helen sleeping in the sun and fresh air and myself reading on a bench and Reed stomping along the river.  We could linger.  It reminded me of warmer days when we live outdoors.  We water the garden, wrap up some bread, some cheese, and venture forth for as long as we please.

((I miss taking long walks when it is frigid.  I miss taking long walks whenever I please.  But I delight in the company.)

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