Early Morning Walk

No camera.  Just my minds eye to remember.

The sun is not up yet.  Dew is heavy on the acres of mown lawns.  Rabbits hop.

I explore the complex and a residential street that dead ends in a lovely neighborhood, just as it provides a glimpse of open space and the top of a silo beyond.  I need to explore.

Out on the highway, the trucks nearly blow me off the shoulder. I cross the river and I seek refuge on the first side street.   Good choice!

Along the river perch old homes of stone and wood frame.  Farther along, B&B's with gracious lawns and old trees.  Pink hydrangeas against a stone house with blue shutters.

I cross the river again and farmland is ahead.  Miles of high standing corn.  Barns and silos.

I hear that lovely sound - clip, clop, clip clop.  I wait until it approaches, then turn to wave at the farmer in the straw hat.  He waves back.

It's time to turn around, but find a new route. An amazing garden!  I pause to look over the picket fence.  I want to knock and get a tour.  But it is early even for gardeners, and I have miles to go today, and much to do, and Tom awaits back at the hotel.

I return, refreshed.