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A New Path


This morning, as I got ready to take Anna to band, Peter looked at me with his big brown eyes and those lashes that go for miles and asked if he could come on my rosary walk with me. Umm, there is no way to say no to that, so off we went! Usually I walk along the sidewalk near the school. Today, though, I had planned to go just outside the base and take one of the German paths. Then, as I drove past the school, I noticed these little signs with arrows, pointing to a wooded area. Well, I have not noticed them before, so I decided that it was where I supposed to go. I parked the car and we embarked on a little adventure, just Peter and me and our rosaries. ( And my camera too ;) )

The path was laden with a heavy blanket of brown leaves and so many branches that we had to be deliberate where we stepped. Which is good because we took our time, praying and observing. We watched little birds flitting nervously from tree to tree as we walked by. We saw a pair of hawks coming to their nest and leaving again. Perhaps feeding babies or preparing for their arrival.

We strolled along with a tall, green chain link fence on one side of us. There were two rusted drums, a tire and a hubcap down an embankment on the other side of the fence. Peter thought that was funny. We only met one other person on our walk, a jogger, though I have no idea how she managed to jog on that path without falling! Just walking, Peter and I still managed to stumble on branches hidden beneath all those leaves several times apiece.

I am so grateful for this unexpected change in our daily routine. It's those little things that can make the biggest impact.


A fallen birch tree



A baby feather. We saw three feathers along our walk.



The two drums and the tire



My walking and praying buddy this morning



Some kind of fungus growing on a tree stump. So pretty!



All these photos are SOOC. (Straight out of the camera) I only did some cropping.

Always a good idea to hold onto your rosary while climbing up hills. I love his not matching socks!



We had a great walk!
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