Dear friend,
I wish you had run with me this morning. I made it out of the house while the air was still cool. For two blocks, I wished for long sleeves.
I’ve changed my route to spend more time in the shade. The fringe benefit is the many gardens in full bloom. Right now it’s peonies (my favorite) and roses.
I passed at least eight small children, out with their moms or dads. I remember those days so well: days when the babies woke up so early I was ready for lunch by 8AM. We used to go to the dog park across the street in the wee, dark hours to watch games of fetch. My boy used to clap when I pulled out his snowsuit, because he knew it meant we were going to the dogs.
The stream was stagnant this morning, with a still layer of scum on the top. The ducks didn’t care and paddled right through it in search of a yummier spot to skim. The redwing blackbirds were noisy, and more than one robin panicked when I ran too close to the nest.
I wish you many happy morning runs, full of cool air and birdsong.
Love, me
Learning As We Go 