What a glorious morning it was for a walk up and over The Hill. It was a cool 55 degrees when on this 844th consecutive day, we put on jackets and boots and grabbed the sticks. How long it seems since we had temperatures so cool! My leaf-dyed trail jacket, which you'll probably remember from the previous year, was the perfect weight and thickness for the walk up and over.
Millie wore the same coat she always wears, but it's, never the less, a fine one that resembles my trail jacket somewhat, I think. It has been a bit too warm for her on the oh-so-many long hot days of summer, but for today she seemed to think it was just perfect.
It's always fun to have company show up along the way. This morning, we found our guy waiting on us near the pond. He offered us a ride, but we declined, preferring the walk on such a beautiful day.
A little cloth-covered notebook that my daughter gave me a couple of Christmases ago has become a book of favorite quotes. I have included several quotes by Marcus Aurelius and other old Stoics, of which I will share here later.