Old haunts...

Been trying to ride my bike everyday that I can.

This morning I went down into the Boy Scout camp where I use to walk Griff

and had a nice meander through the trails.

We always used to stop at this big old fir tree...

Is it slightly wonky to say hello to a tree?

 I do anyway..."hello old friend".

And indeed it is old...probably 300 or 400 years old.

"What have you seen growing here?"

"I'm sure you've seen your share of windy nights and lovely sunrises.

This year we had a terrible drought...did you ever witness one like that?

I imagine you've had many hands touch your rough coat and stare up in awe at your size.

To city kids you would be as tall as a 5 storey building.

To me you're as lovely as always."

I stopped to admire the quietness of the marsh as well...

The birds are still singing, some getting ready to migrate to other, warmer places.

I feel so grateful to have these places just outside my door.

Lucky to have the leg power to get there as well.

And always I am eternally thankful to have walked these places many mornings

with Griff by my side.

It just makes these places all the more sweet and precious.