Entry No. 5,548
I woke to a glorious Indian Summer day, though I'm accustomed to such days coming earlier than the beginning of December. We made it all the way to 75˚F this afternoon. Currently, it's 50˚F.
We left Mom's late in the morning and headed home, and a little before two we went to the botanical gardens for a long walk. It seemed half the city had the same idea, but there are enough trails we were able to avoid most everyone else. It was a good day.
“Reading is the finest teacher of how to write.” ~ Annie Proulx
Later,
CRK
2:05 p.m.
We left Mom's late in the morning and headed home, and a little before two we went to the botanical gardens for a long walk. It seemed half the city had the same idea, but there are enough trails we were able to avoid most everyone else. It was a good day.
“Reading is the finest teacher of how to write.” ~ Annie Proulx
Later,
CRK
2:05 p.m.