Rest Stop

It’s not unusual for us to find turtles sauntering through our yard.  This fellow was rattling the leaves in the flower bed when I discovered him. I’ve read that they like fruit, so there are always strawberries in the house for just such a visit (and for H’s breakfast cereal).  It seems like a proper treat for stopping by.  There’s no rhyme or reason as to when they appear, and  I often wonder what the little road map in their heads must look like.  Where are they off to with such determination?  Regardless, I’m happy they stop by.  I like to think of our house as a friendly checkpoint along the journey.