There is a paved trail not far from my home. I love to run and walk along it. Sometimes a bald eagle will fly overhead. Wild rabbits race along the trail darting into the underbrush. Small birds sing in the trees and eat the pollen from the white and magenta-colored fox glove. Wild flowers, ripening black berries and sweet grass dance in the air. Frogs croak a chorus in early spring and crickets rule the summer evenings.
Some mornings, especially in summer, the trail is filled with people. Bicycles whiz by, dog walkers ramble, parents with jogging strollers pad along the path, joggers plugged into their music pass, elderly couples stroll hand in hand and teenagers on skateboards roll up and down the low hills—all on their way somewhere.
Sometimes I am early enough there are only a few people on the trail.
There is a quiet bit of celebrating here, this blog passed the 500 post mark a few weeks ago.
Happy Father’s Day to you if you are celebrating. For the rest, celebrate whatever you are enjoying this weekend.