our motto is: make a ruckus
Leaves crunching underfoot. I’m walking along to Mom’s house. A walk I make at least 3 times a day. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Plus errand trips, transporting items to and fro. Garbage to the bath house. Laundry to the garden fence and back again. Canning jars from the storage cabin. Coolers to Genie. Vegetables from the garden.
I have now seen this scenery in all seasons and weather conditions. We will have lived at Hawk-Mo a year the Sunday after Thanksgiving. We started driving down to visit it every weekend starting at the end of September 2012.
As the leaves crunched underfoot on my way to make lunch, I suddenly remembered to look up from staring at my feet cruise across the gravel path. I smiled. This path I walk everyday is serene. Its beautiful. Its nature. For a good portion of the journey I am in the woods. I have left the cabin meadow and entered the woods, through which I can only see woods until I round a bend and meet the well, woodpile and Mom’s house. By now Lulu has probably started barking at me. If she’s paying attention.
This was a walk I wondered if I would grow tired of when we first moved here. Somedays I guess I do.
Sometimes I make this walk alone. And then its quite peaceful. Most times I have a dog or three trotting with me, sniffing, playing stick, peeing. Now the Reefer cat comes too. Back and forth. From my house to Mom’s.