The Walk

   Today I went for a stroll.  Now you can come along too!  

I couldn't leave without filling up on a good old PB&J.  After apples and hot chocolate,  PB&J's rank in my top list of comfort foods ( followed successively by clementines, gummy vitamins, and OJ).

It's such a beautiful day!   Buds are blooming every which way, and the landscape wavers precariously between a soggy sort of Autumn, and a premature Spring.

Even the topiary looks especially green!  I never would have thought I would be the neighbor with the spirally topiaries in their yard.  I guess I'm redefining myself.

Onward.

As I leave our neighborhood, I  consider the robot veterans who appear to have escaped their gated community mothership.

Mail's been low lately.  I'm simply terrible with snail mail, but at least I have The Week magazine to look forward to... every week, in fact.

Looking both ways...

Yet several cars are honking quite agressively at me.  What am I doing wrong??

I distance myself from the drivers, and step into a more fielded pathway.  Deer tracks abound! 

I'm lost in thought until suddenly I hear squelching beneath my feet. Looks like I've run into some flooding, whatever could be the cause?

I locate the stream and track it straight to the source:

An exposed pipe! 

As I move into rougher territory, the grasses scratch my legs.  I jump as cats and birds leap from under me, yowling and screeching.

Do Not Enter sign?  Great, let's cross right here.

As the woods thicken...

I reach my destination.

It's a lonely park.

But one that is full with artistic potential. The yellow moss was simply inspiring, and I must return!

But for now I wave goodbye.

And commence the trek back home.