After lounging lazily on our sunny deck for awhile, I got my act together and decided to walk to Woodland Meadow Park. Turns out it's mostly a place for dogs to have a blast romping around off-leash with others of their kind, but there's still a nice short hike to be had around the perimeter of the field. The highlight: watching a blade of grass disappear under the earth as a mole (or something similar) pulled it down from below.
Since Woodland Meadow wasn't much of a hike, I walked from there to Witham Hill Natural Area and was rewarded with a much more serene experience. All the people and dogs were at Woodland Meadow; I saw not a single person at Witham Hill. I also became moderately lost and ended up looking down on a field with sheep; you know you're not quite on the right trail when the deer hoof prints outnumber the footprints.
A brown snake crossed my path on the way to Witham Hill, but it moved faster than the speed of me taking out my camera. This Oregon iris was not as wily.
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