Yesterday a few of the girls and I headed off to the woods around Reeds Lake. We opted to walk from our house to get the slow sidewalk version of things. I love that spicy fragrance the fall leaves make when they are moist and covering the ground like carpet.
At one point I was following Grace and Dove along the edge of the lake through some pretty thick under growth when I moved into a clearing and stepped into mud that went up to the top of my shoe. I pulled it out making a weird sucking sound and my shoe was instantly transformed into something different.
Going out yesterday was Pearl's idea. My inner critic made it very clear to me right away that taking the afternoon off for a long walk through the woods would be a irresponsible use of my time. He reminded me that we don't have much money left and I should probably work on my Etsy shop or start a new painting. I told him to fuck off and went for the walk in the woods.
"Man's heart away from nature becomes hard" Standing Bear