Saturday I had a busy day – morning writing class, afternoon errands and an evening shift at Qdoba. I slept in this morning and woke up to another gorgeous day. Maybe because I tend to delay waking until late morning, but it always seems Sundays start out sunny and glorious. Today was obviously no exception.
A few days ago I saw a blurb in the Journal Sentinel about a jog of the Oak Leaf Trail ideal for a brisk hike and some fall-color viewing. I decided to check it out today and ended up on a lovely five-mile head clearer in Franklin.
I took my camera and a book and spent half the walk with no iPod. I took pictures of wildflowers in front of dried cornfields and grasshoppers paralyzed on the blacktop trai.
A concrete tunnel under a street bridge reminded me of being six or seven, when I would have crawled across the rocks to the water’s edge and searched for crawfish in the Elm Grove creek.
Exiting a woodsy area opening into a field, I heard the distinct sounds of red-wing blackbirds. I thought of high school Advanced Biology, when my friends and I teased our teacher for his seeming obsession with native prairie grasses and bird calls.
Today I appreciated recognizing the birds and realized that prairies and marshes and meadows are beautiful. I wish there were more chances to have an entire horizon of natural landscape before the eye. There were times during my walk that there was nothing human in view besides the trail I was walking on, and other times when the line of cookie cutter tan, grey or baby-blue houses broke up the pristine fall scene.
My relaxing day ended after a good stretch and a cup of Stone Creek Coffee. I have to admit, there are some perks to being single again, sort of.