Yesterday morning the temperature was 35 degrees, and the inside of our house felt so warm and cozy. Lila didn’t care how cozy things felt; she wanted to go for a walk.
Lila and I have gotten into the routine of walking every Saturday morning, and I wasn’t going to let a little cold temperature get in our way. Neither was she!
It was the first morning this fall that I had to get the box down and out of the closet to search for hat, scarf and mittens. After I was all bundled up, I opened the door to meet the cool day, and we ventured out on our three-mile walk. Lila seemed more chipper than usual and very anxious to get going. While I smelled the crisp air and dry fall leaves, Lila’s nose pointed up to get a whiff too.
As Lila went sniffing away at a pile of leaves and I dreamily looked away at the babbling creek, I really didn’t think much of her sniffing until we walked a couple steps further, and a little, gray mouse looked up at us as if it was in some sort of shock. Did Lila just find that mouse in that pile of leaves, I wondered. It looked as if its fur had been tousled about. It stared at us for a few seconds and sauntered off to hide in another pile of leaves. I held tight to Lila and pulled her along. “Little creatures should be allowed to live in the woods,” I told her.
The sudden colder temperatures slowed down the other little animals too. Chipmunks chirped at us as we walked by. They seemed mad that the weather had turned so cold, or maybe they heard through the animal grapeview about the mouse attack.
It’s no wonder that we have gotten used to this routine. We feel so lucky to travel along this path every week. Even though we go on the same path, the scenery changes all the time.