August 5 – One of the nice things about my morning walks is that they are through our woods and those of our absent neighbor (down-state folks who come up to their vacation home about 4 times a year).  I don’t have to get dressed in “real” clothes, if I don’t want to.  Sometimes I go out to take care of the chickens, then walk from there if the dogs are very excited.  Such was the case this morning, when I am still in my duckie pants and my boots.

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