play... anyone?
“I am putting my paw down! Everyone’s work requires pause and reflection.” Henrietta gazed at the soccer ball before scanning the yard in search of a two-leg to kick it.
This morning the four-legged muse took us on a hike where we left a copy of Wandering Words in a little wooden hut attached to a pole. The latched box is painted mud brown and contains pencils and a travel journal with entries from passers-by. It’ll be fun to see if WW is still there the next time we hit that section of the Ice Age Trail.
BFN will resume soon!
Until then… be well.
See you soon!
G, H, U, T, and C
I’m hoping to hear that hikers have read and left comments! Somehow the image of Johnny Appleseed came to mind, except planting WW instead of apple trees. May WW bear fruit!