First and always I marvel at the beauty of my world.
I'm not sure if everyone everywhere has the same chance of finding such abundant glory, if they'd only look.
All I know is that this land that I belong to is a spectacular stretch, and sometimes I wake in the morning and find myself greatly needing to be a more connected part of it.
After a bit of research, I came across Willow Heights. A short hike, between 3/4 and a mile, with a six-hundred vertical climb in the first half mile (for those of
you living in a flat world, think of climbing the stairs of a 60 story
A bit daunting, but I really liked the lure of the aspens.
I had assumed that the splendor of the wildflowers would be over--
it's early August, after all.
And while the wild giant delphinium was past its glory
(but still clung to it's bright blue flowers
to remind you that
there were many beauties still singing.
I listened most carefully,
And was thoroughly enchanted.
Back at home there is much laughter waiting...
and a walk to the grocers
and computer play and videos.
All things that make it
a goodly sort of life.
All is well.