I go on walks. A lot. I guess that kind of comes with the territory when you have a dog. But I love it. It gives me time to (try to) get away from my own thoughts. It gives me fresh air to breathe and warm sunshine to feel on my skin. It also gives me beautiful plants and flowers to look at. Besides being a succulent lover’s paradise, Southern California has such a huge variety of other unique flowers and trees (I don’t know any of their names), and I love it. Who knew plants could make you so happy? I can’t wait until we can have our own garden to grow. Does this mean I’m getting old?

-wonderland sam