I always enjoy the farm in Brockville. This was a particularly lovely day, so Bedford and I went for a bit of a walk (Wrinkles the dog was too sore to come along, being old) and I took some pictures near the entrance to the woodlot. These kinds of days are the ones I think back to with the most pleasure - days when the whole world becomes one tree-lined path, a cool, light breeze, and the occasional flash of colour.
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