The run took me to the entrance of Deerwood Arboretum: Off of the street, a path between two houses, across a bridge that is slippery when wet (today), along the grassy expanse of a huge house, across another slippery when wet bridge, and there you are. The Little Harpeth is a beautiful stream that is not controlled by dams. In May 2010, it flooded many of the houses I run past. The tennis pro had to be rescued by boat.
Blink and you'll miss it
It's always easier when they hold hands.
Note how the eyebrows turn down...
Private swim and tennis clubs. No public pools in this city
Burbs and grass ... Go together like a horse and carriage
Myriad conflicting feelings about the morning breakfast table. So many electronic devices and then, the photo snapped with another.
Home with traditional look and odd native plants.