Wordless Wednesday's Wandering Walk

Well, dammit. There's a word. I screwed up. So, this is a tree... in case you were wondering.

And because it is necessary...

David Bowie has known all along.

We went for a walk, again.

such a rock star. Just beyond her is a steep decline in the hill. 

Playing poohsticks.

2.31 miles. Around 59º F. Slight breeze. Intermittent cloud, intermittent sun. Hills and valleys. Horses, dogs, poop. Graveled paths. Moss covered trees. Perfect day to go for an explore.

About frickin' time is what I'm saying.