January 2012; So thus begins another bout of "walk therapy"
You are so all kind to indulge me while I clean up these photos from 2012...
These are from, yes you guessed it.
Except this time we walked on our property...
This is sad - we had so many trees before the fire that with the Winter Sun being low,
many things were in the shade at that time...
I must admit, I got a little teary eyed looking at these;
Sally is still alive in these photos.
showing me how better her blonde hair is compared to mine
She could move very well for an old lady pony.
Here again she is showing me that her hair can blow better in the wind then mine.
and here she is photobombing to make sure I take a picture of her delicate nose...
which of course
was more delicate then mine also.
She had it - and she knew it.
What a great little gal she was.
Little did I know the bonding Ebony was doing with Mr. Foresterman here
would help down the road for the transition
of when Sally died.
dang you little pony;
you left us good memories in the missing holes in our heart.
Anyhow, im going to put down the tissues and continue on
with THIS walk.
here Dexter is telling us that there are some things in the Brome field next door...
dead or alive, Dexter?
Ebony doesnt want to know. He's hiding here.
So Mr. Foresterman opens the gate -
you know; one of those western ones that make you bust a hernia
or lay down in the grass and whimper.
Guess which one i do.
But thats okay; it did all burn up in the fire - punished by fire.
Except now theres even tighter gate poles in its place.
Here he is reminding me to walk fast - the sun is going to go down soon!
He would alternate speeds this way.
Actually, he knew it was the only way to really get me moving...
"induced surreal forestry panic"
Walking in the dark wasnt too good of a thing when patches of these things existed
Could you imagine falling in the dark on a bunch of these?
I get one photo in of the beaver paddle* cactus that likes to hide in tall grass before it gets dark..
these spines are nasty but beautiful !
No wonder Mr. Foresterman calls me his little cacti...
*these are not beaver paddle cactuses; i made that up because i like to.
They are Brittle Prickly pear cacti that break off easy
sometimes on you, sometimes on the dog
you have to take them out of dogs fur while trying not to get bit -
by either dog or cactus
I try not to bite when taking them off of me...
uh oh, Suns going down.
Here Mr. Foresterman contemplates where we are going to walk again.
Oh for sure the sun's down now!
So we walk down the hill to our road to take the easy way back in the dark...
Except now Im using a different muscle group because theres ice on the road.
in the dark.
Oh what a sneaky one he is, that Mr. Foresterman...
But I did get in shape after surgery due to his high stress terrain walking therapy!
I gotta rest for the next walk!!!
are you really sure about this, readers?