There I am in my outdoor hiking 'stuff'. I set my little red camera down on a mossy rock in the middle of the creek and was trying to fiddle with my smartphone to make it take a photo remotely.
I guess it worked once more!
I like to sit here and just listen to the creek.
Then it was time to try one with Charlie.
It didn't turn out very well and you can barely see Charlie!
He really wasn't in the mood for selfies or photographs of any kind.
I went about the woods looking for trees that may or may not provide us with a fantastic Morel Mushroom treat!
Last year I found enough for us to eat and then plenty to dehydrate also.
I came home and started putting up the fence where I'd taken it down last fall when the folks that were going to cut down trees were going to come by.
I decided to put in a gate in a different spot and ran wire.
I created a new lane they could walk down to get into the shaded and breezy north side pasture on hot days.
I thought I'd done a pretty fair job of it and Rich had to walk up to check it out.
This in itself was huge.
Rich had not walked any further than going to the car in a year. He had to rest part of the way up the hill but he came up and looked at my job.
He pronounced the job just okay and then asked how I wired it. I had taken his lessons on electric fencing very seriously so I showed him. He nodded and said I needed to wait longer to let the mules in on grass and brush, but I don't agree.
Better to change them over slowly to pasture from hay than to put them out on tall grasses. I'll get my way.
He walked back to the house and sat on the bench.
Charlie joined him!
I considered the day a grand success and decided to call it an evening. The last of the fencing could wait for a few days.
Charlie has taken to sitting on the bench and watching the world as long as I toss his rag rug up there.
He will sit and watch the world for hours in between doggy naps.
I am meeting up with Bill again tomorrow for a Socially Distancing hike at Tainter Hollow. The Bluebells ought to be blossoming. I told Bill we could look for Morels too.
I noticed last time we were out that he still was not quite the upbeat and crazy Bill I'd known in CrossFit. I think his 'cold' was tough on him and he told me it was his routine of fitness had been so disrupted that he just didn't feel as good.
It is Bill's first year of being retired and the first time in 10 yrs that he didn't go daily to the gym.
My last note.
I've become a bit fascinated with taking some self portraits of myself during this time. I've found out that I am not as adverse to these shots as I can plan them out.
I may look sad and isolated looking out the kitchen window.
But I wasn't. The sun setting sun was reflecting off the large metal shed and I was pondering my flower garden and yard work.
Nothing serious. But I thought it would provide interesting light.
The baseball cap is a constant of mine for my always messy hair.
My hands are rough, my face is aged and time worn. But I am coming to terms with that too.
After all, we do age. Yet inside I still feel a bit like a kid.
Who else puts Dragons in their flower garden???
COVID-19 Day 36 since the Governor ordered Stay at Home.
But actually around 45 days since we've decided to stay home and out of the general public.
Stay well, stay safe.
We are doing well.
...and very lucky we are able to stay at home.