Mid-afternoon dog walks are scorching this time of year, but 7:30 a.m. on a June morning is my idea of perfection. We went to the “big park,” a little further away than several others, but even the drive felt dreamy…the local college radio station is great on weekends, the roads were empty, the sun was still coming up. At the park, the wildlife was out and about in full force. Just wonderful. This is what weekends are for.