A Rare Autumn Day

light on mapleI’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.

Walking trailThe 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.”

squirrelThe 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.

finch 2Home 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.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

18 thoughts on “A Rare Autumn Day

  1. Isn’t it something how those beautiful trees in Autumn just “call out” to us? Your photos captured the mood so well! I held up a bit of traffic the other day doing the same thing. As far as the squirrels go, in our area they are taking over everywhere. A local journalist called it the “Squirrel Apocalypse.”

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  2. I haven’t seen a grey squirrel around here. Ours are all black, some have a white tip tail. Those do stand out, it must be a family, they live close to the building. Glad you got out and had some sun, good pictures and Ric was back home.

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