It's another dog-park Monday, with mackerel skies and changing trees.
This really isn't all that pretty a spot. It's a dog park on a semi-industrial road. Manifestly it's not a garden or a nature walk. But it does have its beauties all the same.
Took some selfies, with and without help.
I'm writing this week (for next week) on Shakespeare, Lewis Carroll, and Edith Wharton. Meeting this afternoon about some teaching for next year. Got a poetry rejection in my email first thing this morning --- the first one in a long time, I have to say --- so feeling a bit gloomy about that, but onward.
Wearing today (here's a clearer, if more boring, selfie):
Marine-blue Maggie for the third day in a row. She tends to stretch out with wear, especially when it's warm, so she feels very long today. I'll probably toss her in with tomorrow's wash, so she can shrink again. Yesterday we took Dora to walk on the Laboratory Trail along the South Fork River --- low right now, with lots of big shoals exposed, and the clear water running fast over the rocks. It was a perfect day in the high 70s, and we walked about six miles all told, so I was sweaty at the end, and Maggie felt distinctly enlarged. Hence the belt today, to kind of rein things in. Gray cashmere cardigan (thrifted), Birkenstock Madeira fishermen's sandals (also thrifted). These Madeiras are not a fashion shoe, but they are great for walking, which is why I bought them. They were on my feet on the trail yesterday, and on my feet again today for our dog-park walk.
We're supposed to have lows in the 30s tonight, which will come as a shock. One of my tasks today is to bring in all the houseplants. Must. Remember.