Strolling through Sunday

 The morning was overcast. 

 A dusting of snow lay over the garden.

But in the sheltered corner garden, 

a few flowers were blooming.

Creeping phlox,

And a creeping Goldenrod Spider (Mitsumena Vatia)

on the Mount Hood Daffodils

On the front lawn beneath the Sycamore tree, Wild Violets are plentiful.

We gathered a few to make a Wild Violet Syrup during the afternoon.

The sky brightened to this beautiful blue,

with long white clouds in the sky,

and low-lying frost-cover clouds near the ground.

The peach blossoms are faded and sad after the freeze over night,

but at the protected, hidden edge of the swamp, 

the marsh marigolds are thriving.

Deeper into the cedar wood,

Jack in the pulpits and ferns are emerging.

My thirteen year old son walked these quiet acres with me this afternoon.  Did you walk or get out in the fresh air today?

Long time readers of my blog will remember that I used to host a "Sunday Stroll" nearly every week. I am curious, if I resurrected that tradition, is there anyone who would like to stroll on Sundays with me, posting your stroll on your own blog and checking in here so I can send other readers your way? If so, please let me know.  I think I might do it just once or twice a month.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather,

I wish you somewhere beautiful to walk,

and someone beloved with whom to walk.