Last spring when I found out an occasional walk in the woods didn't hurt my knees too badly as long as I took my time, I intended to continue walking once or twice a week as long as I'm able.
I forgot to factor in heat, humidity, and mosquitoes.
This morning, though, was crisp and bright. The grass glistened with dew, and there was a light breeze blowing that would likely keep mosquitoes from being a bother, so I went out. I grabbed the walking stick I bought at a tractor show this summer, a jacket, and my camera and sauntered away from all connections with Internet and electronic gadgets.
When Cliff and I used to walk daily, Mama Kitty went with us. Never underfoot, but she'd trail along at a distance in all seasons. I was very pleased this morning to see that she hadn't forgotten. She didn't go all the way with me, but I had her company for half the trip.
I encountered no mosquitoes, but plenty of spiders had spun their webs all the way across the walking path. I used my trusty walking stick to tear down the webs ahead of me.
Back at the house I had to pull a lot of stick-tights off my jeans below the knee due to one section of the trail not being mowed.
Which got me thinking about how some old folks used to call stick-tights "beggar lice", a most peculiar thing to call part of a plant.