The weather has been so absolutely gorgeous here. The kind of weather that if it was like this all the time I would stay here forever. I know this is a passing phase between mosquito season and snow season, but that just fills me with even more of a desperation to be outside as much as I possibly can. Combine that with a puppy to socialize and train has led us to a daily park trip where we play games, work on obedience training, and of course take a walk.
The other day, in the evening we headed down a spectacular trail. It reminded me so much of Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables, and how much she loved trees and wooded trails. Anne has been a lifelong Kindred Spirit to me, and I know she went with me on this evening walk.
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“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?” |
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"They all sat down in the little pavilion to watch an autumn sunset of deep red fire and pallid gold." |
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“I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.”
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"they found a road leading into the heart of cares of glimmering beech and maple woods, which were all in a wondrous glow of flame and gold" |
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"There was a delightful spiciness in the air and music of bird calls and the murmur and laugh of wood winds in the trees overhead." |
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“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky - up, up, up - into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.” |
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Thanks Anne, after all, “Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.”
I love walking on wooded trails. The lack of trees and greenery here has my soul feeling starved.
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