dazzling and interesting on a shoestring
The rain sprinkled my face and the wet chill in the air made me feel alive. I went running this morning, not letting a bit of rain (thanks, God, for listening to California’s prayers) deter me from a workout and a little freedom. The sound of rushing water beside me and the honking of Canadian Geese above me– a soundtrack for the morning. Oh, sure, there was the sound of car tires sluicing the water on the city streets, too, my feet were slapping wet asphalt, and the water wasn’t a forest stream, but the rainwater in the drainage channel. Still, it was the sound of water and birds, even in suburbia. Nature’s there, trust me. You just need to look around.
As the rain streaked my face and I pondered the invention of windshield wipers for glasses, a couple of squirrels darted across the path in front of me, as if daring me to catch them. I ran past the Intermediate school, and watched the Canadian Geese (on a stop-over from flying north early or coming south a bit late, I wasn’t sure) necks tall and straight. The were high-stepping across the wet basketball courts, prancing with their black, webbed feet as if they wished they were carriage horses.
I realize that the Northern California suburbs are not the backwoods of Virginia, nor the majestic High Sierra, but I can’t get there right now. I love a good, dirty, sleep-on-the-ground backpacking trip as much as the next hippie, but since I’m still performing as the human cow, I won’t be gone from my babies for more than a day at a time. There’s a backpacking trip in the works (summer 2015) to visit my brother’s final resting place in the mountains, and I hope to get all the kids back to the beach again soon, but right now, we don’t go far from our suburban homestead.
And that’s okay. There are geese and hummingbirds, crepe myrtle and daffodils to be enjoyed right here within the neighborhood back forty.