Wind in my sails
by Andrea Elizabeth
Before they become a too distant memory, scenes from the last days must be determinedly recalled, while some have appeared spontaneously in my mind’s eye since. Standing on top of Enchanted Rock absorbing the view with the chilling wind playing its hilltop havoc on hair and fur. Driving up, down, and around luscious St. Patrick’s Day greenery, sprinkled liberally with lavender, yellow, pink and purple under a grey cloudy sky. Two short dogs stealing surprised attention from fellow hikers (people must not come across Corgis very often. I think pairs are especially endearing.). And the enthusiastic tending of the Buenos Pooches by the three children accompanying. It was a lovely time.