
Some days I have to pinch myself, for my eyes are surely deceiving me with the colors of the season. This morning was gloriously chilly, and we had the trails to ourselves. We’ve arrived at sweater weather. Early morning walks pinken cheeks. Gloves and hats are a comfort. Maple leaves crunch underfoot, and the only green remaining comes from the hearty conifers and Will’s beech leaves. The beech are about to take center stage, and this year’s show will be the best in quite a while.
It’s been a good week for Emily. Her rehab continues to move along. The other morning, she did well on her first five-mile-jaunt since June. On Thursday, combining both of our walks, she totaled 7.5 miles.
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