"You are the only adult I know who likes to go exploring," my grandson Logan once told me. I took it as high praise. One of our favorite activities was going on exploring adventures on our farm. Today I decided to go exploring by myself along our creek to see if I could find arrow heads. While I have never found an arrowhead, nor do I know the first thing about finding one, I would like to, so I trekked through what I am sure was poison ivy to the creek. Round, little coon tracks and sharp, pointy deer tracks lingered there in the soft mud. A green glass bottle and a complete red truck light sparkled in the sand by the creek. I wondered if someone hundreds of years in the future would be excited to find something like that. I imagined this futuristic person telling a friend, "You'll never believe what I found. It was a light that was made for one of those huge gas guzzling trucks from back when people actually used fossil fuels to operate vehicles!" I carried the light home and proudly showed it to my husband. "Yeah...I'm guessing it probably doesn't work," he said. He has no imagination. I think I will set it on a shelf until I find that arrowhead to replace it.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The first beauty I noticed was this pink old-fashioned rose blooming on a road bank.
Below is the Middle Fork of Salt River. I always pause here to soak in the sound of the flowing water, and cool off a little.
A tiny orange butterfly feeds on nectar from the middle of this white morning glory.
Is that a rabbit over there?
I hope you enjoyed our walk in the country this fine Missouri morning!
Sunday, June 5, 2011
* I hope you enjoyed the poem and our walk in the pasture. If you did, I may take you on more walks with me this summer.