Maggie and I head for the woods most mornings, where I drink my coffee, and eat breakfast, yep, that’s my bowl on the floorboard, while I commune with nature. Maggie dreams of getting off the cart and running through the fields but I won’t let her because I don’t want her to get ticks and sticks in her fur. I know, I know, geez Jan, let her be a dog!
Then I take a lot of pictures, most of which I delete.
And a lot of which bores everybody to tears, but Mikey likes them! 
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