This pasture is full of defunct cars, campers, freight cars, and a cow. I pass it on my walk into the woods.
At the turn-around point is a pond which Chip wades into, and then Lily waits by the side to herd him. They are married. There were signs last week of the imminent coming of homes around the pond. Michael and I discussed how we will have to blaze a new path to the pond to avoid the new neighborhood. Even then, the pond might get others coming so that taking the dogs without leashes will be no fun.
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Happy New Year, JG (and Tinkerbell...)!
Thanks, Kim, and back at ya. So far this year, I feel like a sloth. I hope after my nap, and then some tea, to rally some energy to write to the kind people who wrote and sent pictures at Christmas. Notes won't write themselves. Zzzzz.
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