I walk each day. Short walks but they count. My sorry butt sits at that desk too long.
I like the weather. Refreshing. Walks in the summer were hot, hard to breath.
I take my camera with me. Photo a day.
A neighbour’s patriotism. I have thought how nice it might be to fly our flag. But would I have to lower it each evening and raise it again each morning? Don’t have the devotion.
Our flag is pretty. Then I realize as I watch it, that our flag is Christmas colours.Print