This is going to be a crazy-busy week. There is so much to do in general, not to mention the preparations for the upcoming weekend. (Note to self: Call dog kennel to reserve boarding!) I don’t think that I’ll fit in any photo shoots or hikes, but maybe a few pictures and a short walk or two.
I hope to get back here again this week. Enjoy your Monday, and Tuesday, and so on…
I took a walk with my husband this last Sunday morning. It was wonderfully foggy and these photos really don’t do justice to the magic that is the Wisconsin River Valley.
Words to describe it completely escape me.
We walked amongst the sidetrails that I have walked hundreds of times before with Grandpa Anderson, so many years past. For the zillionth time, I told my husband that this is the river where I was born on a cold, winter night and that there’s still no time between then and now. I thought about mentioning how I’m quite certain I was once a catfish and that I know what it feels like to skim along the river bed. I didn’t. I have told him many times before then and I will tell him many times again.
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