On some roads behind our house, Isabela and I take off for a morning walk. This time we are avoiding the beach because yesterday afternoon she had her flea and tick medicine applied. This means she can’t get wet for at least 24 hours.

As it turns out, a walk in the hills is just what we needed. Isabela loves to chase rabbits (conejos), and nothing I say can change her mind. What great control I have, huh? We encounter several of them this morning, and my pup is getting in lots of running.

The clouds are beautiful and the farmer’s fields are lush and green.

We encountered only one other person–a woman and her tiny dog–and all we heard was a little construction and lots of singing birds. Nice way to start the day for sure. We made a big loop and I got to see our house from on high.

Our house is grey, so it blends in pretty well. It’s between the orange house and the last white one you see toward the point.

We are truly blessed and enjoying our retirement. I’m lost in the fantasy of what I imagined it would be. Life is good.