Joe and I went out on a jaunt in our local bog, which always shows me something new. This time it was that in spite of all the rain, the water level was fairly low. The colors were so varied that each turn brought a lovely new view. Fall color is so fleeting I like to get out every chance I can to soak it all in. I hope to get some more walks in over the next couple of weeks to locations old and new.
Turning left along a path brought Joe and I to the backside of a view I generally only see from the far end of this scene. Though I could see the cars passing in the distance, it felt as if we were someplace brand new and far away from the hustle and bustle of the daily world. The air was fresh, the ground not yet muddy from snow melt, and the sun warm on our shoulders. Being able to get out and about with Joe and see him enjoying the walks and hikes is a new experience as I usually would hike on my own in the past. Now we do it together, and it is a whole new activity for us in this new phase of life.
Hmmm…not sure what is up with the
a) barefoot walkers
b) local Bigfoot
The snow is nearly gone, the streams full of the runoff. The balmy weather so out of season, but enjoyable. Every year we have quirky weather. I remember snow in mid April 30 years ago, and 70’s in February the same year. It is best to accept that the weather will be unpredictable and enjoy each of its many facets.
When Joe and I went out for a walk in the woods we certainly didn’t expect to see this print in the snow, and further on in the mud. It’s been warm, but not that warm. Bigfoot hasn’t been spotted in this area, but you never know…..
There are winter days so clear and crisp, they take your breath away.