This afternoon, my husband asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. Of course! any excuse to enjoy the lovely winter sunshine. And I got so much more from it than I had imagined.
The sun glistened through the ramrod straight trees and sprinkled its golden glitter on the streams and ponds. Dogs frolicked through the muddy puddles and parents laughed with their children as they shared an experience. A corridor of trees enticed us and gently swayed and creaked as we obliged. The forest thanked us by revealing a beautiful sight. A solitary blue-green Douglas Fur (pictured above) standing tall and proud like a peacock. It was as if the tree knew we were watching it in awe and we loved it.
A soft stream tinkled over shale and small rocks and we hopped across it like children.
I clambered atop a giant chair and bruised my rear sitting on the unforgiving iron seat, but we still laughed as children watched me, waiting for their turn.
As we walked hand in hand, talking about nothing in particular, smiling and greeting those who knew the secret too, I felt I was in a place where all was good with the World.
As the end of our walk drew near, the sun was low in the sky and the moon was already visible as if to say, “thank you but you have to go now so that you can appreciate what you have seen”.
I turned to respond to a sweet tweeting and was distracted by squirrels running up and down the trees, collecting the treasures from picnic tables long since abandoned. Tweet, tweet, it was insistent and then, there he was, puffed up and full of attitude, staring back me.
“Don’t forget me” he seemed to say, and he waited patiently whilst I fumbled with my phone to catch his image.
Today, I truly fed my soul.
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