Friday, February 13
 
 
 
The pond, 11:10
 
Sometimes, as I walk to and from the beach area, I still find myself, after almost twenty years, momentarily surprised by the big leaves, and the sheer size of the vegetation.
And the speed with which it grows.
The dog and I have walked to the beach and now we walk back. Exercise we call it. I may do it once more later, which should make sure Rosie sleeps through the night.