Having an old dog who still likes her walks is a challenge I've never dealt with before. Today was beautiful, with warm but crisp air. I was planning to do a longish walk at Nordhouse Dunes and leave Maggie home. However, she clearly wanted to be outside and go somewhere.
So, we changed destinations, and lengths, and speeds. We did a three-mile stroll on the North Country Trail. That's really about her limit, but I walked at her speed, which turned out to be almost exactly 1.5 miles an hour. That's about half my usual pace.
She's sprawled across my feet now, sound asleep. Everything seems to be suspended between summer and fall. The leaves haven't really turned colors yet, but they are dry and old. Ferns are undecided about what to wear, yellow? green? brown? Moss is ever a holdout for green.
While the forest floor fades to brown, tiny orange fingers wave, "We are here! Not everything is falling asleep."
The dog is snoring. What about tomorrow? Who knows. But for Maggie, today was good.
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