Walking Up Our Street
Topic: Harrogate
Whenever Ryan and I go walking anywhere from our house (with Ryan in his stroller), I let him out to walk up our street on the way home. (It's approx. 200 yards or so.) There are certain yards and things along the way Ryan is interested in. There are two yards in particular he seems to like. (I try to keep him out of people's yards to respect their privacy, but sometimes Ryan gets in there before I can do anything.) One yard is at the bottom of the street. It's got a circular brick path with a small tree in the middle. Ryan loves to run around that path. There's another house near to ours that he likes to run towards, though I have no idea why. There's nothing obvious that he seems to be drawn to.
Along the way, Ryan's developed the habit of closing gates that are open. Not sure why. It's a recent development. Also, not too long ago, Ryan discovered jumping in puddles. What fun! ! !
We are fortunate to live on a fairly nice street. Most people keep their yards up well, and many of them have flowers of some sort. I especially enjoy that there are three different varieties of lilac on our street. I love lilacs. They come in beautiful colors, and have a delicate, wonderful fragrance. They also happen to remind me of my grandfather, Walt. He had lilacs in his yard, which I always enjoyed looking at, and inhaling their lovely scent.
Today the weather has been very crazy. It's only midday and we've had rain, sun, rain, hail, and back to sun. During a sunny spell, I took Ryan in his stroller and dropped off a comforter at the cleaners (thanks for throwing up on it, Misty). I went out in a raincoat and sunglasses. Then I thought about the fact that I was wearing a raincoat, AND sunglasses! That's the weather here for you. (That's not a complaint, just an observation.)