Almost 30 years have passed, we moved away, we came back, our kids are grown, and now, I am me, not we, and through this quiet time, this opportunity/mandate to stay home, I am filled with gratitude that this is where we/I have made our home.
Today, August and I got an early start, and reversed our usual course, we went up, over,down, up, over and home! He is getting a bit better behaved on our walks, and has worked out a way to tell me when he needs a water break, he smiles ( I swear it is true) and nudges my pack where I keep our bottles. Now he drools out much more water than he takes in, and still doesn't love it when I sprinkle him with any leftover water, but we have our routines, and keeping him hydrated and cool is the least i can do for this boy.
We did not see our resident coyote, and the usual deer family that are the other typical occupants of the Eastview meadow were also missing. I have no idea what , if anything, that signifies, so we did what we. do, and kept walking.
There must be streets we have missed, and I have been playing favorites with certain routes, but if you were to walk along West Maple Way, you would understand why I can't pass that up. It has views, and wildness, and cultivated gardens, and a wall of poison oak, and connects with some other slices of heaven, so yes, I admit it, I have preferences. I am NOT throwing shade on Tum Suden, or Glen Loch, not at all, those are both excellent, excellent avenues, as are so many others, but I feel the need to create a bit of a highlight reel tonight.
What I know for sure, is that when I put on my boots, and head for the hills, I am at peace. And there are days when I want to rest, and I do, and when the boots go back on, I am ready to see, and hear, and smell all the beauty in my backyard adventure.