On My Walks

On My Walks

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The other day walking along the trail next to my house, these signs drew my attention.  Who passing by would need reminders of these basic practices?  And yet, just a few steps away there is dog poop on the path…left, I’m sure, by someone completely surprised by and consequently ill-prepared for Fido’s need to relieve himself while outdoors.

My question is, would anyone behave differently if these signs weren’t present?  If that is true, then do these signs qualify as litter themselves?

Care to voice an opinion?

On My Walks

On My Walks

This morning it was cool and crisp when I headed out the door for my walk. The thermometer registered about 38 degrees F. I bundled up as chilliness is still out of the ordinary for me after the hot summer, and for about half of my walk, I was very comfortable. But when I got to that uphill schlog, off came the lightweight gloves, the coat and the ear warmers. By the time I got to the end, I was wondering what I could have been thinking to have left home with so many wraps.

Each year I have to relearn that the key word at this time of year is layers. I had almost forgotten as all summer it was as little as possible!

I’m getting back in the groove.