A Walk...

was long overdue for me. I headed to the fresh dirt where Dalton has found his spear head.  I dawdled. At the risk of sounding like Martha Stewart, that's a good thing.

Part of the farm pack joined me.

I discovered Blue Heron tracks,

very large compared to the dog tracks.

I didn't find an arrowhead but I found a worked tool.

What a wonder to hold history in my hand.

The pack had to explore every smell around

and enjoy the water.

 I made a big circle by the spring through the garden, by and over the creek, through the cow lot and back to the yard.

This was my last shot as I climbed the steps to remove my muddy shoes and wash my hands, renewed again by the beauty of the land around me.