I was lucky to have two of those moments today. Abby and I took an afternoon walk on the awesome trail and just as we were beginning the first uphill bit, the sun shining down, warmth seeping into me, I had a flash of utter wonderment – of contentment – of feeling blessed – and then love pouring out of me – most of it directed to Simon – knowing how much I love him and am loved in return – and then that love encompassing Abby and nature and everything around me.
And so I slowed down and ambled rather than hiked – took lots of photos.
And then on the way back, near that same spot (coincidentally!), I heard a musical chirping sound – much like a bald eagle might emit. But not a bald eagle. I looked out over the lake and very close to us, a huge bird, its wings spread out coming closer and closer, chirping all the while: brown with a white head. An osprey Simon told me later. And of course, an osprey. I know these birds. This one took me by surprise. It landed directly below the cliff on a nest in the trees where its chicks were. I watched it talking to them and tried to take several shots. They were all out of focus. But that didn’t matter. What a wonder watching this bird and its young!
And so it was an amazing afternoon walk.
And tonight – our first salad from the garden: a monster bowl full of greens and radishes – spinach and pac choy thinnings. And of course, fresh sourdough with it all.
And tomorrow – Lost Mountain.