Maria went hiking through a sculpture park with a friend this morning; it was just the sheep and me in a pastoral moment—just the feeling of calm and beauty, no dogs, no excitement. I soaked up every minute. So did Zip, who aggressively pursued his search for the chipmunk tormenting him. No luck. He spent an hour sniffing at the stone wall.
The Army of Good continues to roar; we started needing 600 items but still need 228. An update will come this morning. Thank you.
Some mist.
Asher is hoping to find some fallen apples.
The geese are heading South in perfect formation.
One sheep alone grazing.
Maria is heading South with a friend and a museum. It’s quiet here without her, and I love silence.
Thwarted again – no museum – Zip is not a quitter.