I often write in my blog posts that Bingo & I head "down to the lake" on our walks. But we don't really go all the way down to the lake. We go about half-way. The path got overgrown, and . . . MEH, it wasn't really a priority. But Lawnmower Ben & his sidekick cleared a trail for me.
Me: Knock-knock.
You: Who's there?
Me: Woo
You: Woo-who?
Me: Exactly!
Now I was going to put it off. The one & only time I ventured down there was the first summer I was here. I got surrounded by grass spiders and then had hundreds of seed ticks crawling up my jeans. But luckily for Bingo--and me, my friend
Joy was here for a vizzie. She walked down with me & L-Ben and gave me an enthusiastic nudge. So that clinched it!
I have scads of pix in this post because I couldn't choose which I liked best. I'm sure "less is more," but in this case, more is more. Ready?
Our first walk down to the lake:
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| My little pier. |
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| Looking across the lake. |
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| Back across the little bridge. |
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| Tabby a bit slow in joining us. |
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| *sniff* |
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| This part of our winter path is quickly getting overgrown. |
In the meantime:
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| T-Bob nestled in the dirt. |
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| *sniff* |
Love this pic:
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| So happy! |
Another trip down to the lake:
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| View across. |
Tabby climbing DOWN a tree:
Back inside:
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| One of Bingo's spots in the kitchen. |
We had quite a bit of rain in the past few days with a bit of thunder, so Bingo is sporting her Thundershirt:
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| I gave her the lid off the almond butter jar. Boy, does she need a pedicure! |
Aaaaaand back down to the lake:
When we head down the trail, you hear
plop! plop! plop! as the turtles all dunk themselves back into the water. You also hear bull frogs. And the symphony of frogs and other creatures at night is spectacular!
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| The pier is getting repaired, bit by bit. |
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| *sniff* |
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| Whatchya lookin' at, Bingo? |
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| On to something new. |
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| "You comin', T-Bob?" |
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| View across the lake. |
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| Back up the trail. |
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| T-Bob joins us. |
Sunday Morning
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| Walking out together. |
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| Bingo looks over toward the neighbor's. T-Bob goes to scritchy-scratch on the wooden beam. |
And down to the lake:
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| *sniff* |
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| You can't see it, but there's a turtle on a log in the lake. I'll take the zoom lens down when I'm not walking Bingo so that I can take some pics of flowers, birds, turtles and if I'm lucky, frogs! |
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| This tree went down during Hurricane Irene, the first month I was here. I counted the rings: 100! |
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| T-Bob startled up a tree. Bingo, oblivious. |
Aaaaand Tabby, back down on a horizontal surface.
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| Bingo exploring. |
And T-Bob sits:
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| Ever watchful. |
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| Hullo. |
When you think of a snooty cat expression, doesn't this capture it:
