Trail Mix hit the sidewalks again today, finally.
Our schedules didn’t really mesh while Bethany was on maternity leave, so the occasional walking we’d hoped for fell by the wayside. Bethany returned to work Monday, but even then it took a few days. I was out of town until late Monday afternoon, Bethany had an appointment Tuesday, I was gone Wednesday and Bethany did not have time Thursday.
So Friday it was.
We weren’t sure if it was OK to walk across the road work, but it was easily passable, especially for a pair of hikers who normally walk along a dirt trail.
We do hope to get back on the trail for a while before the snow falls.
Today, I discovered Bethany’s love of old things. I think maybe she did, too. …
She pointed out the fence above, then later said she didn’t really like old things. But not long after that, she pointed out another fence:
Then she caught sight of this garage, remarking that she liked the contrast of the blue with the red of the window propped against it:
“I guess I like old things,” she said, laughing, “as long as they’re not mine.”
Fences in particular.
I like the blue-and-red mix, too, although my favorite combination would involve a darker, richer blue, perhaps like this house that I also liked:
As for old things, I think I agree to some extent, especially when talking about old dilapidated things that have a certain character. These are fun things to discover while out and about, and sometimes familiar things you’d miss if you no longer walked past it, but the owners might think, “Huh? This old thing? I can’t wait to replace it.”
Remember this dog? The dog that always barks ferociously at us (but who I’m guessing is actually quite friendly — I just don’t want to test it because he has big teeth)?
Well, this is what he looks like when I make kissy noises and wake him up for a nap. He had no interest at all in barking, or even getting up!
I meant to take some flower pictures today, but there aren’t a lot of flowers left, and I forgot to keep looking. But I did find this lovely planter, with a nice crop of rhubarb in the back corner.
When I lived in Crookston, I had an apartment where rhubarb grew right outside my door. It was really cool to be able to pick a couple of stalks and make rhubarb whatever. (I wonder if there’s an actual recipe for that.)
We capped off our walk with lunch at Cantabria, where we split a Barcelona sandwich, which was grilled ham and cheese with red peppers, lettuce and tomatoes and mayo. We also each had a smoothie; I had mango and she had the Red Monkey (strawberry banana).
It was a nice way to cap off the noon hour, and it’s a really pretty place to be as well.
I suppose it would have been too easy to pick out the sun in the above picture as a puzzler …
I’ll close with another old thing we both liked.
Have a great weekend!