greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

Entry No. 5,548

I woke to a glorious Indian Summer day, though I'm accustomed to such days coming earlier than the beginning of December. We made it all the way to 75˚F this afternoon. Currently, it's 50˚F.

We left Mom's late in the morning and headed home, and a little before two we went to the botanical gardens for a long walk. It seemed half the city had the same idea, but there are enough trails we were able to avoid most everyone else. It was a good day.

“Reading is the finest teacher of how to write.” ~ Annie Proulx


2:05 p.m.
Tags: annie proulx, bbg, good days, leeds, mom, reading, warm december, writing

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