Thoughts on walking

February 2, 2021 – Impression

I walk a little farther each day, mostly in the neighborhood on sidewalks that are edged by lawns on one side and hell-strips on the other … hell-strips being those narrow bands of soil between the sidewalk and the curb. Although calling it soil might be a stretch, as it often appears to be exhausted to the point of being nothing more than dirt.

Nonetheless, plants will grow in even the most challenging conditions and the first signs of spring become more apparent each day. Some dandelions have been in bloom long enough to have already set seed heads. And yesterday I caught my first glimpse of what I think might be ajuga in bloom …

Likewise heralding spring, the birdsong has grown louder and more insistent with each passing day. Everything from the twitters and chirps of the true songbirds to the maniacal racket of the grackles filling the air with sound.

Cold nights alternate with an ever-stronger sun and though I begin my walks with sweatshirt zipped and hands in pockets, by the end I am warm through and through.

And so, a bit of thrift store cloth that reminded me of the neighborhood grid dotted with patches of green, a radiant-stitched dandelion as seen from afar and a tangle-of-purple flower as viewed up close … all shorthand for an early spring day.

14 thoughts on “Thoughts on walking

  1. What I love most about this journey of yours is the idea of being aware of what you see and hear each day .. you make everyday a gift. A gift to self .. I think it’s fantastic.

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    1. “being aware of what you see and hear each day” … something in your words triggered a thought that our days do not change much in these Covid times, so perhaps this cloth will become more of an honoring of those things that are a part of every day

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  2. Oh, nice! When I was young we called that strip of land the ‘parkway’. I like how you’ve captured the feel of it here. And yes to the bird song…I left that out of my post (oops)…there were so many birds yesterday singing their hearts out and chasing one another about! Wonderful!

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    1. I honestly can’t remember what we called that strip when I was young, “along the curb” maybe? … and for most of my adult life we lived in neighborhoods that had no curbs, no sidewalks and no strips … I became aware of the term since moving to Texas, where the strong sun makes life in those strips hell-ish for the plant occupants

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  3. The thrift sore fabric with its green patches is the perfect background for this – even rummaging for reconnections must be fun! Small moments, tiny indicators, little reminders – all of it there.

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    1. you’re so right about that … I mentally traveled back to the Village Store, recalling the joy in finding that jacket composed of wonderful print patches … even though I have cloth enough for a lifetime of stitching stashed in my closet, still I miss the thrill of the hunt

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  4. Hi LA – interesting to note that I commented to MC that covid is making us all a bit cautious and staying closer to home. But it is good that we can do as you are doing – getting out and taking in the growth and sounds of our neighbourhood. It must be good to see signs of spring given the cold winter you have had. Go well. B

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    1. global weirding continues as we are forecast to get temps in the mid-80s today while the east coast is digging out of 2 feet of snow

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    1. thanks Hazel … I resisted the impulse to make a picture perfect rendering of that little flower, wanted to capture the blur of it as I walked by

      so glad to have you along for the wander

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