I’d been told that one street over from our house, behind the nursing home, there is a nature trail. Ric has been busy working – driving back and forth between the city – and I have been homebound, moaning about the dull weather, so I haven’t had a chance to see it for myself.
Then Monday morning, the clouds disappeared and clear blue skies beckoned me out of doors. Excited for the chance, I grabbed my camera, and walker, and a warm coat, and headed out to see how far I could get. Normally, five or six houses and I turn around, but this day, I dared push myself further. I do, after all, have a seat to sit on if I need a rest.
The sun must have fuelled my energy, because before I knew it, there I was on the next street over looking towards the nursing home at the far end.
“I can do it.” I told myself, and I did!
About the parking lot, my legs started to act up, so I sat, took a few photos and gave myself a pep talk.
“The trail is just behind this place.”
The home spans quite a distance, and it turns out, runs far back into the lot, but sure enough, beyond the back lot, there is an expanse of trees and a well-paved walkway.
I knew I was running out of steam, so I found my way to the entrance of the trail and sat there, watching the birds fly about and laughing at the antics of a grey squirrel, who wasn’t sure what to think of me. Walkers passed me by with friendly nods, and I contentedly breathed in the beauty of nature.
Home was a slow journey, with lots to photograph during my seated rests. By the time I arrived home, exhausted, Ric emerged from the back office clearly worried.
“I’m great!” I said. “It’s a beautiful day.”
(I wrote a poem about this outing called Heavenly Days. It is posted to my other blog: One Woman’s Quest.)