Walking With Dogs...

Needs

no

words

nor

explanation.

It is

what it is.

Simply enjoyable.

Sunday Walk and Work...

 I tried to enjoy an early morning walk but somehow I always get sidetracked.  First I spied the Mule and all the trash hubby had accumulated.  I ended up cleaning out the bed of the Mule. Three full feed sacks later, I'm not out of the yard.

Whistling up the dogs, I head toward the barn, gathering hay strings as I go...two large wrapped bundles, I stash them to pick up on my way back and continue on my leisurely walk.

Arriving at my destination, a blocked culvert, I survey the problem.  A log has floated against the entrance, trapped debris, causing the heavy rains to go over the culvert, dropping rocks in its passage.

Yep, that's a problem and it's way down there.  I slide in and begin to dig out the blockage.  First the log, then the limbs, then the rocks.

The water had been clear.

I climb into the culvert

and soon am reminded, I really don't like tight places.

I hear the tractor coming, after I am finished.

Knot hears it, too.

No treats today but they all got a good scratching.

Their coats are shedding so time to find that curry comb.

Impeccable timing on hubby's part,

I am headed back to the house.

Charme stops for her scratching and the hair flies,

a good sign that spring is really here.

My little darlings settle down to graze,

and I back track, picking up my string,

heading to the house for a drink.

What happened to my leisurely walk?