I felt like I was Roger Hammerstein as I walked along the forest paths this morning. There was a bright golden haze on the meadow, and the cattle were standing like statues but unfortunately the corn wouldn’t reach up to an elephant’s dick, let alone his eye. The reasons that I am wandering, light headed, along forest paths in the early morning are twofold. Both are black, with curly hair with a penchant for putting their nose in other creatures’ business. I suppose the Marquis de Sade is the only human, that I am aware of, who is well documented for doing the same, but I wouldn’t care to go for a walk in the woods with him. It just came to mind that Gilles de Rais, better known as Blue Beard, a psychopath and sodomist of this parish some 600 years ago would have enjoyed sniffing some excrement with the poodles – how aptly named they are. Wolf hound, poodle: they do what it says on the box. Our two poodle guests have had the effect of getting me out walking, early in the morning. It gives me such pleasure that I don’t know why I don’t do it every day. I do know why I don’t do it every day: it’s because the idea can be better than the fact. As in the gestalt view, there is the illusion that the whole is other than the sum of its parts. I often ponder how good the walk would be from a prone position and in semi consciousness. I’ve had many a good walk that way….one slip on the keyboard could have changed that sentence for the worse. Today is the last walk in the current series. It’s been real, doggies, but there lies the problem.