Day one. Some way, some how there is nothing to do in the garden right now. It seems odd, doesn’t it? There will be tasks to do next month, cutting of the hellebores and the remains of perennials left standing for winter interest that should be gone once the bulb foliage arises. Since gardening has always been the prime source of activity for an aging
carcass body it was decided that taking advantage of the new, city installed sidewalks in the neighborhood would be a way to get some fresh air into the lungs and to get those cells moving around more. Sharing the walk was inspired by this beautiful post written by my friend, Layanee of Ledge and Gardens.
It was a foggy, frosty morning and the camera jumped into the gloved hands to record some of what was seen along the way. While not the best way to elevate the heartbeat, with frequent stopping to click, it was a good beginning jaunt. We were greeted with the friendly barking of a pack of dogs just around the corner from the Fairegarden. Hello there! Haroooooo!
We pass by these pillars that are oddly placed with the driveway of the house. It looks like they predate the house and may have marked the entrance to something else at one time. The stone used is the native rock that is underground. I come upon it when digging in the garden. There are a few homes covered with it, much older houses than any still standing in this neighborhood.
Several other walkers were encountered, all going in the other direction. We exchanged good mornings, nods and smiles. The shapes and personalities of the trees called out to be noticed, some had large vines tagging along for the ride skyward through the years. This one looks like it contains a creature that is struggling to get out!
I am fascinated by all trees. They have stories to tell, I believe, and I like to look at them to see if their secrets can be deciphered. This tree wears its secrets on its sleeve, er bark. The circles of neat holes are the work of the yellow bellied sap sucker. He has been seen searching for insects on some of the trees in my yard, too.
Our gait had to be shortened somewhat to keep up a steady pace during the changes in elevation. We should have stretched beforehand, probably, but it was a good first day. Heading back home, we pass by the former home of my good gardening friends, Mae and Mickey. The house is for sale now, and empty. I miss them.
Day two. It was warmer and sunny and there was no camera to slow us down. We picked up the pace and were determined not to stop walking for any reason unless a car was coming when the sidewalk crossed the street to the other side. Luck was with us, there were no cars and no stopping. Good mornings were exchanged with several fellow walkers and one runner. I am liking this new form of exercise, but do sort of miss lingering longer with the trees. Gardening will start up again after the new year when the hustle and bustle of holiday family time has passed. The walking should continue then, as well.