Losing the Fitbit War

"How can you have so many more steps?

exclaims the Ever-Patient?

"There's something wrong with your Fitbit!"

We're comparing steps after a gorgeous fall day

at the Denver Botanic Gardens.

Lily Pads, Denver Botanic Gardens

"We were together the whole time!" he complains.

"Hummm," says I. 

 I know exactly what has happened.

"I don't think so, Babe.

I calibrate my Fitbit all the time. 

I'm walking to St. Anthony,

and it's a long way 

to the northern tip of Newfoundland.

I want my miles to be right."

"Humph," says he, not wanting to concede.

"What can I say?" I reply.

"You're part vampire."

 Hiding His Sparkle

With a perfect autumn day,

a Chihuly exhibit, 

and events marking the end 

of the Jewish High Holy Days,

the gardens were mobbed.

Terry does not do sun or crowds well.

This is just one of the secluded spots 

we stopped at to quietly sip coffee:

a dim, cool oak grove.

I don't do quiet well.                                

Nor do I light for long.                                       I entertained myself by                                 
shooting Terry and our table.

Suddenly I became aware of a rustling in the grove.

I paused and listened.

A blur flashed to my right.

 What the?

                 

And then I was scrambling.

The grove was alive with scurrying squirrels!

When squirrels scurry

you scramble ~

If you want to catch them

on their frenzied hunt 

to find and bury acorns!

Find It

Clamp It in Your Mouth

Bury It

Cover it Up

Hunt for Another

The Fitbit count is no mystery, Babe.

While you're chillaxing,

in the dim cool, sipping coffee

I'm chasing enterprising squirrels.

I took 553 photos in just under three hours

scampering all over the gardens:

up, down, around and around.

When you photograph anything that moves,

or doesn't, that step's count gonna climb!

Denver Botanic Gardens

Sorry, Babe!
You're never going to catch me!