GOOD MORNING, DADDY!
And that's how we start the weekend, usually. After he gets his breakfast it's time to go for the morning adventure.
The bigger flowers are finally coming out.
Now normally the trail to the landing is fairly well defined. But lately the hollyhocks are trying to obscure the entrance (or in this case, the exit)-
-at least I call them hollyhocks, I don't really know what they are. But they are big, bushy, and smell good.
Down the way, when they "rebuilt the trail" to a more greenway-like standard, they took a few too many trees out where the river bends close. As a result, they put up an orange safety fence. But all that rain has now caused the bank to slide...
Moving on, I decided to cut back to the woods to see if any nature was abounding. I was skeptical after seeing what I thought were socceristas ahead. But it wasn't socceristas...
So into the woods (where I finally heard MY music again) and up the trail we went. We got a lesson in the condition of my eyesight when we ventured into a very soggy woods to check out a large white object I thought might be a puffball. It turned out to be a rather small plastic bag, and I turned back to the trail shaking my head and saying, "THAT'S what I saw?"
Then we encountered a row of hay bales across the trail...
Despite the looks of the day, we got home relatively dry; now I can relax while Scrappy takes a nap.