Grasses grew taller than my shoulder,
foliage exploded, obscuring the creek,
Countless flowers came and went. And I missed them.
Somewhere between April and today our (Spud & mine’s) morning walk disappeared. There are all kinds of excuses: illness, rain (and more rain), tiredness.
But today we started fresh—our first walk of what I hope is many more throughout the summer. I don’t want to miss a thing!