First to the bog near our home to watch the ducks barely disturb the surface of the pond,
then along the trail where roses once bloomed. Now fat rose hips recline along the fence.
From the bog to the library, then home again for a cup of peppermint tea, haunting music, candles flickering, and more papers to grade.
Your walk looks so beautiful and peaceful. Glad you are still blogging even though you have taken on teaching for a season.
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