SUNDAY'S WALK IN THE PARK
Sunday began with the usual Sunday question: What do you want to do? I don't know what do you want to do? Let's go work out at the gym. Naw, I don't want to work out on Sunday. Okay, let's go for a walk with the dogs. So we did. Only thing, the dogs ride and we walk. If you look closely, you'll see the most self assured, well adjusted dog in the family riding in the back of the bus or in this case, at the bottom of the pile. Jilli rolls with whatever she is presented. She's such a good sport.

A friend gave Candace this handy little three wheeled machine and frankly, it does work for us. We love to trot along at a fast walking pace of about 4 miles an hour. This is much too fast for the dogs. While they can keep up for a short time they soon tire.

People look and smile at us. We feel stupid but like Jilli, self assured in the decision to push the dogs when they're tired of walking instead of carrying a mile or more. Candace thinks that our family of two people and two dogs will make a newspaper or magazine. Thank you very much, but I'll look for my 10 minutes of fame somewhere else. This Sunday, there were no celebrity photographers lurking in the bushes just dying to get a shot of the Watson family.

Today's walk was at Turtle Bay and along the Sun Dial Bridge. What a piece of architecture it is and something Redding is most proud of.

The backyard of our home is a wonderful place. We've spent a fair amount of time and money creating what we feel is a nice escape from the ourside world. An additional strip of concrete was added this summer to the patio. This has allowed for an area for lounging and for extra plants (we have a lot of plants in containers). Several summers ago we added an overhead patio canopy that is nearly as long as the house. It shields the southern side of the home from the hot Redding summer sun.

Unlike most homes in the neighborhood ours has a green belt on two sides and the yard in back is exceptionally long. I believe we have close to a half acre of land. When it comes to upkeep a half acre is a whole bunch of upkeep.

Fall is setting upon Redding, the trees are starting to turn colors, some are beginning to lose their leaves and there's a crispness in the air. I look forward to rain, a fire, cooking a delicious comfort food in the slow cooker and settling down in my easy chair to a good book. With the rain comes with it relief of a constant feeling that I should be outside doing something to that half acre.