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Saturday 23 Sept 2005
10 a.m.

Man, the weather changes fast. Yesterday, I dressed like an eskimo to go for a walk. Wool scarf, hat, padded vest, gloves, the whole nine yards. I wouldn’t have been surprised if snow had fallen in my path. Today the sun is shining, the sky is blue. I’ll still dress warm when I go out though. Better safe than sorry.

So here’s the garden path. It doesn’t look like much in a photo; there is no contrast, it’s all green and shadows. But it’s one of the places I love to walk. Wish it went on for a mile.

I strike out in all directions when I walk, and one of my favourite paths is through the horse’s pasture, down to the dugout. Walking through the treed part of it, where they have eaten the grass down between the tree trunks, is a calm and peaceful passage. I always get the urge to sit down and close my eyes there; but never have.

Once out in the open, where the horses can see me and the dog, there is some trepidation. They are friendly and have been known to come running at full speed right up to us, which makes me nervous as hell. I keep an eye on them. Yesterday they looked, but kept grazing.

No matter how cold it is when I first step out, by the time I come home I’m beautifully warmed up and don’t really want to come in. But there is more work to do, so in I come, thinking in another hour or two I can go out again. The porch is overflowing with construction equipment and recycling; it’s time to deal with it, take it all out of the room and put it outside somewhere. Maybe today we’ll get around to that.

If you go around the corner you see above, you look down the stairs that lead to our living room in the basement. Behind the blanket is Scott’s old friend the beer fridge.

Only in my house will you find a green sun. With eyelashes and pouty red lips.

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