The neighborhood walking-talking-eating-drinking tradition continues
		
		The neighborhood walking-talking-eating-drinking tradition continues
		Kersten is delighted by how quickly we arrive at the trailhead, and after two dashes back to the car—Kersten to shed her sweater and I to retrieve my hair tie—we launch our Thursday morning adventure.
		There were bees everywhere, bathing in pollen, drinking in the day, doing what bees do: pollinating plants, making food, and perpetuating their families.
		Because we live on a sunny piece of property only 35.57° north, we have access to homegrown food every day of the year.
		Our many animal encounters of 2020 kept us from feeling too isolated in our year of social hibernation.