We walked to the top of the hill beside our house yesterday afternoon, “Punkin'” and I.
It was an interesting little walk.
The fields around the house haven’t been tended in years, and the weeds growing are as tall as me (which isn’t saying much, I know) in most places.
The ground was soggy from rain the day before, as well as from the old pond we found out we had in part of our field.
It is just marsh right now, but we hope to get it dredged out and restored to pond status.
There was a lot of dill weed growing – I could smell it in the places I stepped.
It was sharp and fresh in contrast to the sweet grasses, the musky weeds and the mud.
“Punkin'” was wrapped up nicely in her sling, enjoying being outside in the cool, foggy weather.
The views from the hill were beautiful…