We walked through Houghton Place which used to be called The Hamlet to get to Webster Woods. At the trail head, I asked, “Which way do you want to go?”
K responded, “Where do you want to go?”
I pointed decisively to the left.
That’s how it goes sometimes.
We threaded through the trees and came upon a man sitting by the pond making the most wonderful melodies.
Climbing up a berm, the empty mall came into view, giving off a spooky vibe. We think the tent and storage units go with Covid19 testing.
It appears that this poor creature was killed mid-meal.
Then we saw a tree offering up an example of extraordinary adaptability.
It’s been a quiet day. I didn’t have enough energy to apply to any of my projects but did make five more masks. That makes 78. So far, the number of masks-made is staying ahead of the number of days At Home (68).
We’re watching Longmire. Again. This is the equivalent of my mother-in-law watching old Gunsmoke episodes. There’s drama but I’ve seen it before and can rest in it somehow. I really like the characters, too.
What shows do you watch for rest?
I could really use a new season of The Great British Baking Show.