Showing posts with label Out for a walk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Out for a walk. Show all posts

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Out for a walk...

After a bout of vertigo last week, heat, and then heavy rains this week, it felt good to be out on the greenway trail again.  Now that school's out I can easily access the trail from my neighborhood.  The entrance closest to my home is accessed via a school property and somehow walking through the school yard doesn't seem the thing to do during the school year.
It seems towns everywhere now have a refurbished one-room school house.  Ours is on the school property at the end of my street.





Cool, not-too-humid mornings are few and far between now so I'm glad I felt up to a walk today.  It was great walking weather.  And anytime I can get in over 6,000 steps  before lunch makes for great progress toward my personal training.  What am I training for?  The rest of my life, of course!
Every walk begins with a good stretch.  And there's always a stretch somewhere in the middle of the walk and toward the end, too.  I am so thankful for benches that dot the greenway trail in our town.  And I really love it when one happens to be in the shade.  😉





Along the way I noticed these beautiful lilies in a small butterfly garden just steps off the trail.






On my way back home, I encountered this red-winged black bird who kept chasing me, diving at me, and when sitting in the tree screeched loudly at me.   This has never happened to me before, and at the time I thought he was just being friendly, but when I got home I found some entertaining videos that explained their territorial behavior.
I'm onto you now, Mr. Blackbird.




Oops...  Looks like I won't be going this way for a while.  The town is building a new roundabout:
I wonder how they will work the greenway trail around the roundabout?  It may be a few months before I find out...




So back home it was... an hour after I began with just over 7,000 steps on my pedometer. Making progress!










Friday, June 8, 2018

Out for a walk...

Monday was a gorgeous, cool day and I got back out to the wetland area again before the humidity took over the rest of the week.  I've gotten up to walking 3 miles in an hour, and while that is still kind of exhausting, it feels really good to accomplish.

I decided to take some more pictures and compare them to my first walk through the area.

After a month and a half of spring rains, and a few weeks of record heat, the transformation has been amazing:



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And where two weeks ago I stood to take a picture of turtles sunbathing on a log in the pond:


I now can't even see the pond for the overgrowth of grass and weeds: 


I was so glad I took that walk as I was hit by vertigo later Monday night and I've dealt with it to some extent the rest of the week.  Bah!

But as I'm coming out of my pity party I'm reminded that when I was taking my walk on Monday I found myself singing The Lily of the Valley.  I don't know why it found a track to run in my head, but for the hour I walked, in between my panting and heavy breathing, I sang this sweet song.

I found it hard to find a soulful rendition of this particular song, but this version sung by Burl Ives took me back to my childhood where I first learned to sing beautiful old hymns in church.  

For your edification:  

  


While I love the words of this song, for some reason I can't separate the voice from the same one that sings The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze.  Another song I grew up on.  


For your entertainment:






Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Out for a walk...

Between rainy days and hot and humid days most of my walking over the past week has been on the treadmill.   But knowing it was going to be a glorious day, I got myself back out to the wetland area this morning before it heated up.


I know it's probably not obvious what's going on in the far away center of the picture above, but every warm, sunny morning these turtles sun themselves on this log out in the middle of the pond.  I can't get any closer than this because once I start walking through the grass to get closer to the edge of the pond, the turtles jump into the water.  I've ruined several fine photo opportunities doing this.  What a happy spot this must be for them.  Who am I to intrude on their sunbathing?

Actually, their sunbathing is lifesaving I found out in this interesting article with an entertaining title:  The secret to turtle hibernation: butt breathing


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I got in 2 miles of walking then headed home to get a shower before meeting some other mostly-retired-from-homeschooling mom friends for lunch.  

It was a good day.  



A muddy Youngs Creek






Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Out for a walk...

Have you ever tried getting your walking exercise in at a cemetery?  I've seen people walking in the local cemetery (as I've driven by), and I've often thought, "I should do that".  So I did!  What a great, quiet place to walk and contemplate.


This was a little worn path from the greenway trail to the cemetery. 
 I'm clearly not the only one who's been through here.

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Walking back through the city park, I decided to climb up to a spot where there is a small, old cemetery with gravestones dating back to the 1800's.  


Eleanor was born in 1780!



Ignoring the fact that I can't seem to get a non-fuzzy picture lately on my phone camera, I was completely charmed by this idyllic spot as I walked along the greenway trail 
through the city park.  


What a pretty town mine is in the springtime.

Friday, May 4, 2018

Out for a walk...

On a super windy May day, between the wind whipping me and my (phone) camera, and whipping the trees, I found it impossible to get an in-focus picture when walking today.   But the tree blossoms were fuller and spring is slowly greening here.

Last week:

This week:


Last week:

This week:
Blurry pic, but the Redbud trees are fuller of blossom


And I noticed this little fella on my second lap around the wetland path (actually, he wasn't all that little.  He was nearly a foot long):
It was just him and me out at this spot on this windy day, so I'm not sure what had him in his shell, 
but he was playing bashful.




Cattails



Thursday, April 26, 2018

Out for a walk...

A gorgeous 65 degree April afternoon 
at the Blue Heron Park and Wetland...






Saturday, April 21, 2018

Birthday week...

I had a birthday this week.  And I don't feel as old as I am.

Well, that's not completely true.  Sometimes my body feels every single day of my now 59 years, but my heart doesn't quite comprehend that I've been here on this earth for nearly six decades now.

In my heart, I feel young.  The little girl in me still enjoys kicking through a wind-blown pile of autumn leaves -- if I don't have shoes on that will get stained.  And I still love the splatter of spring rain on my face -- except that now the rain drops mess up my glasses and that's not so much fun.  Sometimes I'm tempted to lay on my stomach and read a book, but then I'm reminded that my back will ache, or a muscle may spasm when I try to get up.  And then there are those moments when I get up from a seated position, and my hips catch as I carefully unfold myself.   And way too may times I hear myself groan as I stand and straighten up after relaxing all comfy snug in a big recliner chair.

But even on hard days, or in my very practical moments, my heart has me feeling like I'm still a young woman.  Even though I wear a crown of gray, and my crows feet crinkle when I smile, and my dry eyes sometimes turn red and are not so pretty, the image I have of myself (the person behind my eyes) is younger than the one I see in the mirror.  I suspect that's the way it is for all of us.  Funny how this is.  I consider it one of life's great blessings that we don't necessarily see ourselves as the world sees us.  Then again, I'm not sure the world sees us and is startled like we sometimes are when we catch a glimpse of our aging selves in a mirror or window reflection.   And those cameras at self-check out lines.  Ugh.  Recently I was startled (and discouraged) to see my image on the little screen as I was scanning  and bagging my groceries.  Really... why do I need to see my face then?

Anyway... all that aside, embracing my age this year, I announced on my birthday that it was the first day of my 60th year.  I think my husband thought that was a negative way to look at it, but to me it felt empowering.

I'm now marching forward to 60, and feeling very reflective - as I do most years about this time.   But I've decided to own this next year in a way I've really not done before.   I don't know yet what that means.  It would be nice if it meant I worked harder at being healthier, lost some weight, stuff like that.  Stuff that most of us want to have achieved, but most of don't really want to actually DO.

It would be great if it meant growing deeper spiritually.  Complete the challenge I started in January to read through the Bible (the challenge that has already gotten waylaid).  To pray more intentionally, and by that I mean keep track of prayers and answers to prayers.  To claim blessings and gifts as if they were directly given by the hand of God.  James tells us it is so:  "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows."

It would probably be life-changing if I embraced challenging relationships as refining things in my life rather than regard them as chafing things to endure or avoid.  Ouch.  That one is a really hard one for me. But I suspect I'm the bigger loser because of it.

I could go on, but these are things I'm reflecting on lately...

I didn't make any plans for my birthday, but it was such a beautiful spring day (finally!) I decided I needed to get outside and take a walk.  I couldn't manage to stir up anyone to go with me at the last minute (none of us actually answer our phones anymore, it seems -  so I enjoyed a quiet solitary walk  on the greenway trail of our town.    By the time I started, the beautiful sunny day was starting to change to a cloudy breezy day so the pictures I got were on the dark side.


It doesn't look very spring-like, does it?  You can't hear the birds chirping, or the low rumble of lawn mowers off in the distance cutting grass for the first time this year.  It was a lovely, quiet walk.  I only passed four other people in the forty minutes it took me to make the circuitous walk through what the city is trying to turn into something of a nature preserve.

Since I had the foresight to take my phone with me, it occurred to me that it might be interesting to take a picture of the same spot over the course of the the year to see how it changes.  I probably should have chosen a more scenic spot, but then again, this little corner should show the changes pretty dramatically.   Though I do think I need to work on the lighting.  Then again, my phone camera isn't all that great if the natural lighting isn't great.

We'll see, I guess.   We'll see if I manage to remember to take my camera in the future.  We'll see if manage to have my phone charged so that I can take a picture (my phone was down to 5% charged when I finished my walk).  And I suppose we'll see if I actually get out to this spot often enough to even do this seasonal photo thing...  It all felt like a grand idea, the day I took this walk.


Whatever the next year holds...  

I'm looking forward to another trip around the sun!