It has been a while since I have been able to get out by myself. Jenny has been working in the morning, and I have been staying up late for some reason or another. It's funny, if I don't get up before everyone else, I don't generally go out with Chaucer. I guess its something about commitments. Even if Jenny is home, if the kids are up and aware, I feel obligated to be there for them. I have this inner feeling that if I leave the house, things may go awry. I guess that's a lot of psych stuff to be carrying.
I loved the silence this morning. It was 57 degrees out. The horseflies don't fly when its that cold. The mosquitoes are kind of past. I walked and thought. I miss this time. I need to retrain myself to get up early again, especially in the light of school starting in a couple of weeks. I feel that too.
The peeper (frog) had climbed up to head level on this milkweed. Just part of the chorus of sounds that hold me in the morning. The caterpillar didn't really contribute, but it was so.... raggey? It looks like someone knit it out of wool or something. The caterpillars are out now. I love em, bright and crazy looking, eating everything in sight.
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