I overheard a conversation yesterday between two women about the last time they went OUT. It seems it has been a few months since they’ve been able to find time to go out.
~ As I listened to their conversation I felt sorry for them, and more than a little guilty. Because I go out… A LOT. I went out last night.
I took Josiah to the circus~ he got to ride an elephant, had a great time and came home with a huge smile on his face.
We went out the other afternoon and walked amongst the trees, climbed a ridge to get a better view of a mountain lake. Stalked up on baby rock chucks to see how close we could get before they got spooked and retreated to their den.
A few days before that we went out and walked around a local fishing pond. Josiah marveled at how brave the mother birds were when we unknowingly walked close to their fledglings.
He collected a handful of molted goose feathers.
Saw a turtle dive off the bank and disappear in the murky water below.
Watched fish jump and swallows hunt across the surface.
We watched a whitetail doe use the shadows of the trees to make her way past a group of people undetected.
~ and even without photos, the moments would forever be etched in my mind.
I have the weekend off~ a few days to myself.
I think I just might have to go
and get a little WILD.
~ As I listened to their conversation I felt sorry for them, and more than a little guilty. but I have a suspicion that their idea of “going out” and mine are aren’t quite the same.
Our new front yard.
Josiah and I were able to spend a little time exploring our new front yard.
We hiked around a high mountain lake kicking up butterflies from the surrounding fields of wildflowers
Last Tuesday was Josiah’s Birthday, and I gave him one of my old digital cameras and loaned him a lens.
He has been having a blast with it, capturing some amazing images and I am encouraging him to start his own blog.
I love how a little time in nature always seem to heal a person. Some say it is the fresh air, but things are still pretty smoky outside right now. And others say it is the exercise, and though I love hiking in the mountains I can get the same peace by sitting by a stream. I believe it is just the time spent with God’s Creations. A place that reminds us just how unimportant we really are in the grand scheme of things. A humbling place, a natural place. Full of beauty and mystery. A place to lose your pain and worries.
A place full of newness and wonder.
miracles, and hope for the future.
It is all right there in my very own front yard.
(Favorite smell~ wild roses and creeks fed by high country glaciers)