I took my first walk with a friend through a woodland park a little over a mile from my home. It was a warm day and we were looking for a shady place to stretch our legs. This spot was perfect.
The sidewalk along the street connects one neighborhood to another. Once you turn into the trees it feels a though you are miles from everything.
But there are signs of civilization, like this frisbee golf target,
Through the clearing is the school where my two older kids attended and where I worked my first two years with the school district. Back in those days there was no fence and as long as they stayed within sight, the kids were allowed to play along the edge of the woods. Times have certainly changed.
This older part of town is how much of the area looked all the way around the lake when we first moved here almost 40 years ago. Today, much on the other side of the lake is dotted, (perhaps swathed is a better word!) in miles of developments. Suburbia has made its way to the country!
This was a pretty walk around my son's neighborhood, but it's such a different place with its rows and rows of cookie cutter houses on tiny lots.
Still, the neighborhood was quiet and it was fun to see all the pretty landscaped front yards. In a few years the trees will grow and give the streets a more settled feel.
But I hope "progress" doesn't get so loud that it drowns out the little sounds of God's creation all around us, like this tiny little creek we walked past right outside the neighborhood.
Of course, I had the best walking partner! I am loving being a Grandmother.
My friend and I had planned another walk this morning, but it started raining. We ended up walking around the inside of the Walmart down the road. Perhaps I should have taken some pictures of the produce department and pretended we were at the farmer's market. LOL!
If you stop by, please take the the time to say hello.
All blessings to you.