One morning this week I took a walk down our dirt road and brought my camera to capture this budding stage of spring. I love watching the world come to life after a long, long winter. It’s like magic!
A couple weeks ago we were especially pleased to find that tulips had been planted in front of our fence and have enjoyed watching them finally come up this week. The blooms have opened to reveal gorgeous shades of yellow and pink. I think flowers are my love language.
Everything is blossoming in its own right time and reminds me that within me too, perhaps, is Nature’s signal for my own timely awakening. The branch, the bud, the blossom… Perhaps if I try to let go and trust in Life’s the unfolding without interference… Well, what would that be like I wonder?
For this California girl, the site of the fluffy white stuff on hills, on trees, and on all the bright red barns brings so much pleasure. I can remember years ago, driving up into the Sierra Nevada Mountains and giving a shout of glee at the first sign of something white and icy along the interstate.
I have always been particularly enamored by the way snow flakes stick to every small twig and branch no matter how thin–a dusting of fairy magic–or so I’d like to believe. And then there’s the particular quiet majesty of woods covered with snow. Like the earth has put a long finger to puckered lips, shushing us quiet. Then she’s giving a wink and the crack of a smile, an invitation. What can you hear, dear one? What do you see?
The other day I took a brisk walk around our neighborhood and snapped a few pictures of a typical morning ’round our parts. Can you hear the silence?…
Wednesday morning was so beautiful. And delightfully I had the whole day to explore – no errands to run (it was Christmas after all) and nothing to do. I put on my boots, hat, and jacket and took the party outside.
Lo! I found a secret bridge and trail to the river! Ok, maybe not so secret, but I had no idea it was there when we arrived in Beacon Falls last week. It was so refreshing to take a walk by the water and feel the cold crisp air. Lately I’ve noticed how much I crave the outdoors. Too much time inside in front of the computer screen is deadening. Nothing renews like a wide open sky and rushing water. It was exactly what I needed.
If only I had brought gloves! I couldn’t bear to stay out longer because my fingers were absolutely frozen through. The short time exploring the area was enough. I felt great. And had a lot of fun besides. Scroll down to check out the little animated gif I made under the bridge…
Hudson is a tragically beautiful town. The gritty gray streets are full of storied charm. I love taking walks around my neighborhood because every day there is a new detail to discover in someone’s doorway or an abandoned alley filled with lost treasure waiting patiently to be found (whether whimsical graffiti or modern art!). On a recent walk I couldn’t help but notice just how square Hudson is.
I mean it literally.
Federal style buildings, large windows, framed doorways… square, square, square.
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