This was the best summer I’ve had in many a year and a lot of it was because I started walking during my lunch hour.
I work in Wellesley, MA in the center of town where there are a treasure trove of walking trails (which I’ll share with you in a future post).
The walking plus frequent kayak trips have reconnected me with nature in way I haven’t experienced since I was a child. When I can find the words to share how this connection has fed me, I will share it with you.
I’ve started re-reading The Outermost House, a poetic classic of nature writing of one man’s year spent on the outer Cape. The author, Henry Beston, knows how to express connections with the natural world. I think once I immerse myself in his poetic words, I will find my own.
In the meantime, I’ll share with pictures.
On Labor Day, my husband Rich and I drove up to the northern Massachusetts town of Ashburnham where the family camp of my brother-in-law is located. The two cottages were built by relatives back around 1920 on 5 wooded acres overlooking Lake Winnekeg. The air was crisp and cool, the area bathed in sunlight and the sky a deep blue. Needless to say it was very hard to leave this paradise, but it was the appropriate way to bid summer a fond adieu.
Here’s my pictoral memoir of the day.
How was your summer? What memories can you share?
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