Monday, January 11, 2010

Walking Home

Last Saturday morning the needle on the thermometer was fixed midway between zero and one degree. About noon when the temperatures were in the thirties we walked to the mail boxes and picked up Friday's mail.

Walking home.
Julie walking home from the mail boxes. (Larger version)

The photo above may seem vacant, lifeless, even boring but it is deceptive. Excitement during the walk included cattle, Western Bluebirds, the ice-filled hole in the road that attracts wildlife when it thaws, a disabled water truck awaiting the return of the owner and a piece of heavy equipment used to turn Junipers into mulch on the right of way beneath electric transmission lines.

I enjoy this exciting, mundane, extraordinary, earthy walk that's always too cool or to hot or too windy.

For the first time in about 50 years I'm beginning to feel like I have roots, a place to stay, a place I belong, a paradise to call home.


Blogger MojoMan said...

Interesting...Not one bit of litter. You must have nice neighbors.

1/13/2010 05:15:00 AM  
Blogger Tim Hodgens said...

Ahhhhhh...deep roots.

It fits you.

The land around you and Julie are gifted.

1/14/2010 05:41:00 PM  

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