Looking over a golden brown countryside across to the village of Thurlaston, taken from the field behind our home. This has been a great summer, and its turning into a wonderful golden early autumn, which is just as well, since I am spending longer than usual out and about. Our older German Shepherd Lesia is limping, and so I do two dog walks, one both dogs, and then a longer one with younger Tia. This photo was taken on the shorter walk, when I took my eyes off of the pooches for just a minute, and looked up to see them playing vigorously together, chasing each other, and rolling on the scratchy stubble. Lesia sometimes forgets how old she is. That, in my opinion, is a healthy philosophy for life. I have been 21 years old for quite some time, and I see no reason to change.
