Most blocks in this little town have an alley way that runs behind the houses for the length of the block.
Boysie and I like to walk the alleys. I prefer them to the sidewalks, and he is very busy sniffing all the interesting smells.
I love the look of these bright yellow metal chairs against the white paint. Very minimalist and almost Scandinavian.
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A bit farther down the alley is a delightful playhouse, complete with tiny rain gutters on both sides. I think the child it was built for is probably long grown, but the planting of bright orange day-lilies and Sweet Williams are charming.
This person is ready for winter!
I find beauty in the meticulous way he has cut, split and stacked.
It looks engineered, and I admire it each time I pass.
I notice Boysie gets struttier when there are dogs confined behind their fences, almost like he is saying " I'm going for a walk and you're not!" but then, he is a terrier and they are sometimes a bit rude.
Just a few more steps and we will be back on the street.
Boysie is learning to "sit" at the intersections. I am sure he thinks it is perfectly pointless, but I insist. He sighs, and complies. It's the price a fella has to pay for a walk.
Y'all come back!