Amabel and I went out for a walk this morning.
She and I had a tradition of walking daily with Harry when he was a puppy. It was part of our training routine, and I think she grew to love those walks as much as I did. But we fell out of habit over the past summer. And I've been missing that time outside with my girl.
It's just a walk. But a walk can frame a whole day.
Going away from home and returning—on foot—grounds me in the place I love.
This morning, we ended up in the garden.
Picking flowers and blackberries, admiring the colors of this beautiful season.
So grateful for home.