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Saturday, October 1, 2005

Saturday

Summer is fading but a lone flower in my back yard holds on to its petals for dear life, unwilling to give up the fight.

Meet Dalton, half boxer, half pit bull, all puppy sweetness. Clumsy, alternately confident and suddenly unsure. Likes to lick cracks in sidewalks and anything made of wood. In my care for the weekend.

Matt, Dalton and I head to St. Croix Falls, Wisc., where we spend the afternoon walking among cliffs and rivers and lakes. The woods are a new adventure with a puppy. Every hole, leaf, crack and crevice holds something invisible, fascinating and sometimes frightening. We are cooled and relieved from the unseasonably warm sun by sudden pockets of cold air that cascade down cliff faces and pile at the bottom like snow hills pushed by plows.

Our only aim is pure leisure. We walk when we want to walk and sit when we want to sit. And when we want to leave Wisconsin and head back to the home territory of Minnesota, we do. There are no obligations here. It’s Saturday, and we’re free.

Posted by Aaron on October 1, 2005 10:54 PM