You come too. We'll walk down the drive
and cross the bridge.
While we are on the bridge we can see the muddy water that is Elk Creek. Don't lean over too far. It's a long ways down and that water is cold and swift.
I want you to see another of my very favorite trees. Words cannot describe it. I think that it is a Sequoia and it is so large that I absolutely cannot capture it in its fullness, so we will stand underneath it and admire only a tiny part of it.
We head back across the bridge and can see the Not So Inviting Sign. It does have a genuine purpose as we have suffered some fools who have driven too fast and hurled themselves through the bridge railings. Not a pretty sight, but they were all safe, thankfully.
Let's stop in at the old hog barn. I think there is something quite magical that rises and floats according to the wind's sweet breath.
See how it moves.
Here we go into the woods to see some mossy richness,
and again, my favorite Forrest Fairy tree.
Hang in there (if you are still here). We are homeward bound.
One little creek to pass over, no warning signs, just gentle burbling.
Here we are greeted with color although the hope of Spring is still a prayer.
And finally, the ones who can make you laugh,
who provide food and who are equally as colorful no matter what the season. Thank you for being here. It means so much.
I wish you the joys of the season, no matter where you are.
I thank you if you have lasted this long. Truly, Sunday Strolls are my favorite. Your continued support brings me joy and I hope that you have enjoyed it.
Best to all, ellen.