For the first time in a long time--and the last time in Connecticut until the end of summer--we took the dogs for a good, long walk.  They appreciated the change in scenery, that's for sure.  They checked out the buttercups and the future berries.


 They did not try on the pink lady's slippers, which were everywhere, but they did check out the Nonnewaug.
 They took a drink under this white birch, which they seemed not to notice towered over them and turned a right angle as it reached between the pines to enjoy the light.

 Maeve and Clyde never wander far from Adella, though Clyde did pick up a scent that had him bouncing around, Dachshund style, in the ferns for a few minutes.  Nothing beats the beautiful aroma of puppy jerky, though.
We made it  back to the car for a cool drink before we made our way to the ballpark to watch my nephew's baseball game.  Nothing quite like a Sunday in June.

Our World Tuesday