Jilda and I have been walking early to beat the heat these last few weeks. As we made ready this morning, the dogs were yipping and wrestling and vying for position to see which one could get out the door first.
Jilda said I need to throw something in the oven before we set out, so I took the dogs and waited outside for a few moments.
Soon she followed and we had a nice contemplative walk. Most of our path meanders through a canopy of oak, hickory, and much shorter shrubs. Every so often, I have to take the pruners and clip the limbs back to keep them from reclaiming their space. And, I always carry a walking stick this time of year because of a seasonal hazard. It seems that spiders love to weave webs across the open space of the path. Apparently moths, bees, and other flying insects use the path in the evenings and at night.
There's nothing quite like being in a zen walking state thinking about life and your higher purpose...and then walking face-first into a spider web. There were times when I'd get a spider as big as a quail (or so it seemed) on my head. Talk about speaking in tongues.
So, now I use a walking stick and I constantly wave it in front of me to knock down web BEFORE they are in my face.
Today was uneventful, and afterward when we walked inside it smelled like heaven. What Jilda had popped into the oven while we walked was her world famous pound cake.
When she flipped it out of the bundt cake pan, I snapped a picture. She sliced a slither for each of us to eat while it was piping hot. Yum!
We enjoyed fresh vegetables from our garden for breakfast and for dinner. There is no better time for truly fresh veggies.
I hope your Sunday was as good as ours.