Last night, Boomer and I walked to the park for a little bit of exercise and fresh air. I was also scoping out the current state of affairs in regard to the fall colors, as Phoebe and I have another photo shoot scheduled for her daughter on Sunday.
Luckily, the odd weather that we have experienced this year has made for a slow start to the changing of the leaves, so there is still plenty of color to be had; the rowboat that I envisioned for the shoot, however, has proven more elusive. Mark my words: one day, I will find a rowboat that is perfect for this purpose.
Anyhoodle, with the color assessment accomplished, Booms and I were free to enjoy the beauty of a stroll through the park in autumn.
And now you can see why I need a rowboat. (Seriously, universe! Send a rowboat my way!).
By the time we got home, Boomer was tired and thirsty and my feet, knees, and hip were throbbing (new orthotics for the win, not!), but we were both happy we went, and, if the spirit is willing and the flesh ain't weak; we're going to do it all again, tonight.
(She said, with the purest of intentions)