Monday, May 28, 2012
If the shoe fits
I was about to ask Cate and Nan for the upteenth time to clean out from under the bench in the kitchen, when I took a second look. Just from looking at the different types of footwear I knew exactly what they had been up to. Nan's old riding boots told me she had been to the farm today, while the stack of running shoes meant they had been out jogging that morning. Flipflops mean its summer time and the rubber boots said that Nan had been to collect eggs from the chickens. Glad I have an active family, but I do wish they were just a tad bit neater.
We do love to hike and walk. It's one of the things we enjoy doing on the weekends and especially up at the lake in Canada. So much to see, so much beauty in nature around us, so nice to stretch the legs. In Paris we walked and walked, a great way to really see the city and to burn off the extra calories. Even in our own neighborhood we live in such a lovely place for walks, we go every day. We usually see wild turkey, deer, Canada geese, the blue Heron, and of course sometimes other people and dogs. All one needs is a sturdy pair of shoes.
Few people know how to take a walk.
The qualifications are endurance,
plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature,
good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and
nothing too much.