Blue Sky Wet Earth

A 'keener' plant, the first to turn red

Chilly, but ever so pleasant walk this morning. Stayed entirely in Mill Creek, about 80 minutes of sunshine and early autumn scenery. At the north end I could hear the Ned Flanders Experiment singing again in Louise McKinney Park, at least I think it was them, and my first thought was on a Sunday morning? And then…oh yeah. Sunday morning. Rock on Jesus people. Keep those hotdogs warm.

The lower trails in the ravine are quite wet. The temperature is no longer warm enough to dry the dew and rain, and we’ve already lost a couple of hours of sunshine. It’s quite lovely underfoot, but on a rare morning where my hair turned out near perfect, the residual moisture played major and irretrievable havoc with my locks. However, in the immortal words of Bill Murray from the Great Canadian Film~Meatballs...It Just Doesn’t Matter.

It Just Doesn’t Matter.

It Just Doesn’t Matter. It Just Doesn’t Matter. It Just Doesn’t Matter. It Just Doesn’t Matter.It Just Doesn’t Matter. It Just Doesn’t Matter. It Just Doesn’t Matter. It Just Doesn’t Matter. It Just Doesn’t Matter.It Just Doesn’t Matter. It Just Doesn’t Matter.

12:10 PM/10C

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