I had forgotten.
Actually I hadn’t forgotten, it was just one of those happy childhood memories that you think you’ll never recapture, so don’t even try.
Today’s sounds and views were much different than yesterday’s reservoir. More farm than lake and the crows!
Is it just me or are the crows extra noisy and ‘murderous’ this year? Their noisy congregation seems to be following me. But I digress….
This morning reminded me of my little girl days on the farm in Manitoba when I would wake early to get my ‘job’ done. I had taken it upon myself to be the bovine manager and would take myself out to the back paddock as the sun rose to walk amongst the great beasts to see how they fared. It was also calving time, so my reports of number of new calves I’m sure was of a great help to my dad when I returned each morning.
I remember the first time I did it,
I came back to what seemed all of Cloverdale in our farmyard rallied as a search party. Didn’t want to wake Mom and the rule was don’t leave the boundaries of the farm. Well the paddock was still the farm, right?
Mom soon got used to my summer morning jaunts out and even joined me in a couple. Funny how memories and the feeling of adventure never really leaves you. Sad, that we think we can’t recreate it, in all its innocence.
I’ve always wanted to walk this part of Rugby and it did not disappoint! The spectrum of landscapes is impressive, enough to often stop you in your tracks in sheer surprise of how lovely it is. I probably could’ve completed the circle in less time but couldn’t help to stop, look and capture it all. Had to quell the competitive spark that tends to arise when I’m walking someone else’s trail. Thoroughly enjoyed today (even though it was a bit more difficult to throw those bedcovers off)
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