walking down this lane and back...
then around the north end of the pasture....
down this trail to the creek....
up the gravel bed where I found the bear scat last December...
I paused long enough to check out the swimming hole. The grand
kids will have fun here this summer.
I walked to the south end of our woods. The only sounds were birds
fluttering in the brush and the wind in the trees. To paraphrase a poem
I once heard, "In February when south winds pierced my solitude,
I found peace on Peach Eater Creek."
Around the south end of the pasture and back to the house. Not
a bad cardiovascular workout.
2 comments:
Good for you! Walks make the legs stronger and the soul fuller. One way I get my pressure down is to cut out all sugars and most processed foods. It helps.
Reminds me of some places my friends and I would go for picnics near Duncan OK when were teens. We had horses and would saddle up and take off for the day on Saturdays. I remember one creek where there was a snake - maybe a moccasin or maybe just a plain long black water snake - eating a fish. We watched with morbid fascination.
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