My mother had a trivet from Amish country with that little saying on it. This is one of those times in life when I know just what it means.
M and I just returned last night from another weekend trip. At the rate we’re doing things, I’m beginning to believe that getting caught up with the blog is no longer a possibility. I may have to settle for always being slightly (maybe more than slightly) behind.
Ah well… such is life. Daily life, as in my weekday life, is pretty full too. This sabbatical time is going by quickly. Too quickly sometimes. In another two weeks M and I will be going back to the Bogs for a month (due to his teaching obligations). It will be nice to once again sleep in my own bed in my own home. I can go for walks around the pond and watch as springtime comes to the Bogs. I’m looking forward to it.
In the meantime, back to our hike at the Laurels Preserves. I last left M standing on top of a hill surveying the land below…
One way off the hill:
Coming down the other side:
Gates everywhere (cowpies too, so watch your step!):
I should point out that the gates are set up in such a way that you have to climb over them. They don’t open and you can’t walk around them. Being a person of a somewhat short stature, climbing isn’t exactly my cup of tea. It’s good exercise, though.
The next covered bridge:
For those potty emergencies, the outhouse:
It wasn’t too bad. There was even a roll of toilet paper and a bottle of Purrell in there. It even has a seat:
Sunlight on the creek:
The building on the right in this next photo is The Whip Tavern, an English-style pub where we stopped for a pint after our hike.
The rest are photos I snapped on the way home.
Next stop: The Eastern Shore of Maryland, Ocean City, and Assateague.