I've been barking to a furiend for a while now that my outside borders are shrinking. Nooo BOL Donald Trump hasn't moved to our little corner of NC. Nope, I'm afraid Mother Nature is taking back what is hers. ~sigh~ During the late fall, winter and very early spring the country side is my oyster. Every spring, summer and early fall it's Mother Nature's Pearl.
First Mom and I lose our hikes through the woods and fields due to ticks. We don't do any treks around the farm in the warm months. With the wildlife we have ticks are a real and serious problem. Number two it simply gets too warm here in the south for any kind of outside activity during the day unless it's very early in the morning or very late in the evening. Then our time outside is mainly restricted to the backyard, playing in my pool, digging in my sand box, or simply lounging about looking for squirrels to bark at.
It's almost time for my outside time to be restricted to the backyard. Biggg ~sigh~ I don't know why I'm always so depressed by this summer ritual, but I am.
I'll miss our walks through the woods and fields, and digging for moles in my yard; but as surely as the hot days of summer follow Easter here in my rural southern home, fall will follow summer and by and by my rambles will begin anew.
The borders Mother Nature closes during the spring and summer will once more open with the cool breathe of late fall. The forest and fields will become my oyster for a season yet again.
Love, Molly and my Mom
This is a video Mom took over Easter of me digging in what she calls my mole crater. I say Pffft Mom give me some time. I can make it bigger.