Sometimes I don’t have many words, but I see things I want to share.
On our walks around our neighbourhood, footsteps in time. We chat. We laugh. We smell the flowers. We sit on the grass and soak up the sun.
We live near the green belt. Dotted around are exercise stations. We stop at each one, inadvertently exercising muscles normally left in peace.
Sometimes we walk in silence, lost in our own thoughts.
Other times we find ourselves wandering down memory lane. On our last walk my daughter spoke of her sadness, missing the beach house, her cousins. Good times remembered.
Tradition has us stop off on our way home for a treat, invariably an icecream.
My daughters footsteps speed up as we head toward home.
I linger.
Have a wonderful day 🌱
Beautiful pictures and thoughts Arwen.
Thank you Virginia xx
Nice walk with you this morning. Thank you.
Nice to have your company too 🌱
Sweet!
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I felt like I was taking that walk with you! The photos are beautiful and of subjects often missed, like simple flowers along the fence. More please!
Thank you Michal 😊
I know what you mean about missed! Too far away!! Promise to write more, I have been trying to find out more about Margaret Maloney and there are two more convicts I’m keen to write about, they came later, in the 1830’s. They would have arrived in a very different Sydney (penal set up) to Margaret 30 years earlier. Hugs from us 💕xxx
Such a lovely post! We are often missing the NZ air and friends and life there. Good to take walks in new neighborhoods and find new flowers to enjoy… certainly to make new traditions like finding your favorite ice cream place! We have one too! 😀
Love and hugs to you both! 💕
Thank you Lyse 😊
I hope you are finding joy in your new neighbourhood and surrounds.
Sending loads of love to you two too 💕
I especially appreciated “My daughters footsteps speed up as we head toward home.
I linger.” Very evocative 🙂
Thank you 😊
Thanks Arwen x
Love you loads xx