Sweet, soft, summery air. Seventy-eight degrees this afternoon in my Northeast Ohio valley. A soft breeze stirs up music from the leaves...
My big dog Mick and I walked down the path into the bottom land and barn. There was music even from the creek when we sat against a rock beside the water, and we all but fell asleep...
I wish Bob could walk that far; he would have loved it. How rare such weather is in our Octobers...
Mick and I will walk back to the house and join Bob on the porch.
