Walking isn’t as easy as it used to be. I walk shorter distances more slowly than I used to, wearing Crocs instead of these shoes, which I now have listed on eBay.
Until the time change, my friend and I walked in the dark. Sometimes it felt adventuresome, as if we were getting away with something. On the days when her schedule isn’t tight, we still go 4-5 miles, although that’s nothing compared to when we trained together for a 1/2-marathon. Still, we are happy that we can walk and can do so in places without traffic, traffic lights, or sidewalks.
One day recently, Trail Guy and I poked along our street where he pointed out a peculiar sight on our neighbor’s lot.
I found a small sparkly on the ground, which I ended up securing to the fence of the former day care at the Presbyterian Church.
While admiring the view from the Catholic church, I wondered what the bright red was in the distance. It most likely is a truly spectacularly bright tree. We weren’t so fortunate when we chose our own Chinese Pistache trees, nor when they created volunteers on our lot.
I’ve always admired this barn across the highway, and being November, I also admired some red trees in the distance.
Walking more slowly and going shorter distances does increase one’s awareness of the surroundings. That is a good trait for an artist to cultivate.
P.S. Yeppers, two churches in our neighborhood, neither one “ours”.
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“Let the sunshine in,” “Give peace a chance,” “Feelin’ groovy” yada yada yada!
Far out, man!
So, in a sense, you really did “stop and smell the roses” even though 3R climate is not the best for growing Rosa rubiginosa.
Indeed, Sharon, and I am also attempting to “bloom where I am planted”, and live “today is the first day of the rest of your life”, and remember that “If I love something, let it go”. Wait, what? So easy to get caught up in those poster slogans from the ’70s.