On Walking – Photoblog!
“The length of his walk uniformly made the length of his writing. If shut up in the house, he did not write at all.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph was talking about his buddy Thoreau, but he might as well have been talking about yours truly.
Everybody has big and small things that feed their soul (or their muse, or their imaginations, or what have you). For me, walking outside is a biggie. It doesn’t matter WHERE I walk, although I have learned that the ratio of trees to people should be at least 15:1.
I get downright squirrelly if I’m shut inside for too long. So squirrelly in fact, that when I was in Uni, my best friend had to routinely ask me “Did you go for your walk today? WANNA GO FOR A WALK NOW?” like I was some sort of labrador. As a rule, I will pretty much drop whatever I’m doing if it means I get to go for a walk. (I think this is one of the reasons I get along with dogs so well)…
It is very easy to forget that these simple things are important to you. It’s easy to say “NAY I’ve got Important Business to which I must attend!” *chomps on bubble pipe*
Henry David Thoreau (one of the coolest men ever to live) understood the importance of walks, as did his main man Emerson (see above quote).
SO – I am hereby including a wee photoblog of my backyard wanderings, in hopes that it might inspire you to step away from the keyboard (it will be there when you come back! And it will be jealous of your dewy glow!) and GO OUTSIDE.
This is cheating because it’s still inside. But we shall call it the PRE-WALK breakfast. Blueberries for all!
My favorite: delphinium. I called these ‘dolphinium’ for the longest time.
We had a bare patch on our lawn and bought grass seed. A whole whack of these grew instead. (??)
This is where the bunnies hide.
My Green Thumb Mom (in a desperate bid to stop the accidental floricide imposed by her daughter) gave us a bunch of these Black-Eyed Susans. One remains. As you can see, it isn’t even in a garden, but grows between patio slabs. Oops.
Exhibit B: lily of the valley. Unlike the Black-Eyed-No-Lucks above, we did not plant ANY of these. Yet somehow we have four billion of them.
At this point, I snuck into my neighbor’s garden. This WAS a really bright pink rose, but I got a little carried away in LightRoom. I think this is much better.
Also in the neighbor’s garden. Hereby known as ‘purple thing’.
While I was
sneaking walking, a bunch of butterflies swarmed around me. Of course, the second I turned the camera on them they flew away like little teases. So you get an ANT instead.
NOW YOUR TURN: What do you do to feed your soul? Walk? Run? Bake? Basketweave? Leave ‘em in the comments!