19 June 2012

I kicked my laziness to the curb and took a walk in the bog this afternoon. No panic this evening. I credit the tiny magical blueberries. And velocity. It's tough being a size zero, you never want to walk anywhere.


lostgander said...

Ooh...a bog! And tiny magical blueberries. Sounds exciting. I don't think I've ever walked in a bog. Plenty of swamps, but never a bog. Bog is such a great word, too. It conjures up all kinds of dreamy imagery in my head for some reason.

wrenna said...

I get to walk on a boardwalk over the muck and spongey ground. One area has this magical fragrance in the late summer... I smell all the leaves and flowers but can't tell what it is from.