Where we love is home–home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
–Oliver Wendell Holmes
It’s Share It Sunday, too:
I’m taking a little bit of everything–what’s known as a “Miller slice” in my extended family. I’m also taking my fine wide arse out for a walk. Small wonder I feel like I do, without having moved much for the last month. To hell with the bum knee–I’ll brace it and it’ll have to suck it up, because I need to walk.
Later: The trail was wet and muddy and I had to sidestep dead animals and horse poop on my walk. It was pretty great. Except for the dead animals.