Part of the Year
During the shortest part of the year, I walk our Irish Wolfhound, Hawken, in the woods behind the house. I always have a camera.
I am able to walk Hawken much farther in the winter because the ticks and poison ivy are at bay. By the first week of March, he and I will see poison ivy sprigs on the trail and start walking a much shorter route, all of it mowed.
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