Meandering

In these last dog days of summer, the gardens are wilting and going to seed.  We've sadly neglected the flower beds and need to give them some fresh manure and mulch on the washed out soil.  The dogs think they want to go out for a walk every day, but Herbs falters half way down the neighborhood, panting his complaint that the road is hot, his feet are sore, and he's going to die if he can't lay down in the shade for five minutes.   Sweetpea simply puts her paw down and declares "you can drag me but I choose to stay here in this nice neighbor's yard." So, Sweeps just stays home.

While Eric's been putting in some long hours, O and I have gone to town, walking.  We walk around the neighbourhoods of downtown.  We scope out rentals, dreaming of the day we can live in walking distance of the harbour.   

O decided he likes a later bedtime than what we were doing before, so a long evening walk is a perfect way to end a long, hot day.

(This photo was actually from 4th of July, so he's aged a bit since this was taken.  Thanks to Molly and Grandpa for the hat and overalls to match.  He likes to wear them red neck style, no shirt).