We've had perfect windows open weather the last few days, but smoke is on its way from Canada. I woke up early Friday morning and decided to get myself on into the forest after breakfast on the back porch. Henry and I walked, sketched sitting on a vibrant fallen tree trunk, walked some more, sketched again, and finally headed home. It was a perfect way to spend a morning. I'm so grateful to have a huge park and an Old Forest so close to my home. I get the best of all possible worlds.