Today I restarted my walk around the loop training regimen. A little over two miles. We live kitty corner to part of the golf course. The route takes me out our carport, past the old hospital that is now a church, around the defunct nursing home, up the hill, with country club on one side and pretty homes nestled against the mountain on the other. I had been walking and jogging most days until late fall, early winter when I got strep throat. I thought the exercise would help me combat winter/holiday blues. Well, let's just say we will have to try again next winter to see if it will work!
A giant buck stood in the breeze as I made my way up the hill. His twelve points were pretty majestic. He seemed very well fed, thanks to the green grass on the golf course. Made me wish for a big venison steak. Until I thought of all the toxins they probably put on that golf course!
A few minutes later I was well past the clump of deer and enjoyed the peaceful sound of wind blowing through grasses. And then wind blowing through agave plants.
So calming.
For a second I wondered if I should be like the other walkers and joggers, tuned into their tunes, earbuds stuck in ears.
But only for a second. That minute of hearing the brush of air through agave and grass was the best music I have heard all day. Well, that and the sound of the crickets peeping their song in the tall grass by the bridge over the dry creek bed.
I think I will try to remember the sound of the grass and the crickets as I bake tomorrow.
A giant buck stood in the breeze as I made my way up the hill. His twelve points were pretty majestic. He seemed very well fed, thanks to the green grass on the golf course. Made me wish for a big venison steak. Until I thought of all the toxins they probably put on that golf course!
A few minutes later I was well past the clump of deer and enjoyed the peaceful sound of wind blowing through grasses. And then wind blowing through agave plants.
So calming.
For a second I wondered if I should be like the other walkers and joggers, tuned into their tunes, earbuds stuck in ears.
But only for a second. That minute of hearing the brush of air through agave and grass was the best music I have heard all day. Well, that and the sound of the crickets peeping their song in the tall grass by the bridge over the dry creek bed.
I think I will try to remember the sound of the grass and the crickets as I bake tomorrow.
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