A beautiful beginning to the day and I decided to take a longer walk to the bench in the pasture.
Since I want to avoid the steepish bit at the top of the road, the walk involves going downstairs to the basement, out the basement door, and through the front yard to cross the driveway.
The hellebores were blooming by the little log garden shed.
These are something the increasingly troublesome deer don't eat, thank goodness.
At the bench there was a fine panoramic view, well worth the hobble!
And on every side, signs of renewed life.
A good time to be alive...
6 comments:
It feels good, eh? Good for you for getting out for a hobble. That's what I call my walks -- hobbles.
BTW, hope you had a wonderful birthday.
Yes, it is a good time to be alive. Nothing like a spell of incapacity to make us truly appreciate the outdoors. My husband it itching to get out. Walks on our deck are as close as he's come so far. Glad you made it to the bench to soak up the view.
What a lovely walk. I envy you being able to see all this spring-like beauty. We are surrounded with snow, which has its own beauty but makes me crave color. Good that you are able to get out and amble!
Such a nice sense of pleasure and peace pervaded this post.
I just wobbled over to the park and took some wild flower pictures. Glad you could dance the dance and prance the prance.
I revele in your enthusiasm... Since moving to Texas, i am walking further than ever (saying something given my usual ranging), but it's hard so far to find cerebral / emotional grounding here. It's going to be good to see you at Easter.
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