Coda gets so excited when I put on my walking shoe every morning. She says, "Oh, boy, Mom, are we going for a walk?"
I get excited, too! The scrub oak is starting to turn yellow. I'm filled with a sense of joy and dread at the same time. I love fall, and love the cool, crisp mornings we're enjoying, but I'm afraid it might end with winter, and I don't know if that will be an end of our walks! Please, no!