I had to make myself get out of bed this morning. I stumbled to the kitchen at 5:45. Had to make some strong coffee to get my bod ready for the day. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That's better.
My heart was set on hitting the trail at 6:30. Slowly the ole system began to grudgingly respond. Feeling was returning to my feet and fingertips as the hot brew seeped downward. I could now wiggle my toes. My tongue now had a sensation of taste. Yes...so much bettaaa....
Tie those tennis shoes tight. Rub those eyes again and try to get some focus. Put on my tank top and shorts. Act like I'm awake. Not quite yet, but the trail calls.
Come with me, my friends, as I force myself outside....aahhhh...it is a cool 60 degrees. There is a heavy overcast. It rained last night, so the trail is wet. It matters not, because the po'boy is walking now, building speed down the trail...across the beautiful Tennessee countryside, through the meadows of daisies and cat-tails and sawgrass, toward the deep and still dark and mysteriously enchanted forest, where the faeries and trolls reside, full of lore and charm and doubt and hope and exceeding beauty, to the elevated ridge where reside the ball fields and the fishing pond and the pet park.
Come with me now, and be amazed by the incredible, overpowering smells of honeysuckle and laurel and jasmine and mountain lily.......
Hmmm.....Which Road Should I Take? Where Is Robert Frost When I Need Him?
An Ancient Hardwood Stands as a Lonely Sentinel Against the Scudding Morning Clouds
I Love Daisies---and These Fields Are Full of 'em...
I Love Open Gates, Especially When They Lead to Enchanted Forests
Yes, I know it is dark. Creepy?
Light at the end of the tunnel
We continue in the forest primieval.......
Past the soccer fields
The pond, with ducks and fish and things
The baseball fields
Bring your dog!
I wish you all could have enjoyed this excursion as much as I did!