Yesterday, I was still in Fall River, since I went there for
the cookout on the Fourth of July, and you can’t get back to where I
live from anywhere else on the Fourth, because all the people
who come to the fireworks pretty much have to go by my house,
and it takes them until well after midnight to get away.
One of the things that’s better in Fall River than in Cambridge
is the woods, so I went for a short walk.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera with me, but here’s a
picture someone else (from the Connecticut
Botanical Society site) took of the Indian Pipes I saw a lot
I can’t remember when was the last time I thought of the word
There was also a little brown frog.
I went with my sister, and we had both her dog, who is too
energetic and we worried about losing him, and my dog, who is
getting pretty old for that kind of hiking, and we worried about
whether the gentle hills were too much for him.