sometimes to-do lists are very important to structure the day and see at a glance what must be done. and sometimes, to-do lists are just words on paper, easily dropped for a spur of the moment walk at the end of the day.
it's really just a sort of leftover wasteland from an earlier gravel pit kind of operation. but it's been untouched for years and yesterday, it was the perfect wild & barren place to explore. scrubby brush and tumbling hills with marshy lows and a collection of bird life reveling in a haven of discarded land. the space between was filled with silence. (one man's trash is another's treasure.)
the dogs ran free and climbed small sandy mountains, and then patiently waited while their feet were brushed clean again afterwards. naturally, i forgot my own pant cuffs and dumped out a small load of sand in my closet later that evening. almost perfect. sigh.
is it sacrilege to offer up otis as a friday fuzzy? he's my favorite little booger, even if he looks away and freezes whenever i point a camera at him. (he's camera shy. if anyone can understand that, i can.)
currently life is about a slow, wet melt and lots of rain and the dismay of discovering a yard *full* of dog poo and mud. erg, real life. i keep looking at old photos of the property as we built, just to remind myself that it will truly be spring again with leaves and grass and lovely, full trees. the greening. i just can't wait.