I don't mind the walk at all.
I have to be careful that I don't lose Chetty in the ironweed. It's hard to keep him in sight, and with his deafness, I can't call him anymore. When he loses visual contact with me, he starts zigzagging, head high, searching. It touches my heart. I've got to dash after him and make sure he sees me, or he'll light out for home, thinking I've left him behind. He's gotten much better, isn't so quick to panic and take off now, just as I've gotten better at making sure I stay in his sight.
We have an understanding. We keep an eye on each other now.
From this angle, I couldn't see the culvert dig.
On the way home I looked at leaves that had fallen early. This one looked like a weather map of Florida to me, when a tropical storm is attacking.
Black tupelo. Mmm. They can make a red like no other, even when they're sick.
Another red maple, all blotched and spotted. Fantastic.