After a hectic Thanksgiving weekend I looked forward to a walk, no matter what the weather. So, around 3:00 I waved goodbye to Scott as he drove away in the mist, and went inside to put on my hiking boots. As soon as Radu and Winston saw what I was doing they went crazy. Radu began his happy dance, and Winston sat up on his hind legs, waving his paws in the air until I grabbed them in my hands for a double shake. We didn't know him as a puppy, but right then he reminded me of his much younger, newly adopted self.
The leaves in the woods were soggy from the weekend of rain, lying flat against each other in endless layers. Out on the pipeline, solitary leaves were laid out on the mown grass like puzzle pieces on a card table, their shapes and colors just as different as can be. Along the edge of the pipeline, I was surprised to find tiny, 8-inch high oak trees with green leaves. How could this be? Didn't they experience the same way-below-freezing weather as the other trees? I would love a botany professor's answer to this most perplexing question!
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