Back to Blue

So we haven’t been eaten by coyotes yet, but we are back in the Blue Hills after a much abbreviated winter that was so much different than the last. Remember last winter? During our first walk around the pond, it was still frozen! This time around there’s no need for boots, because there is no snow anywhere, and in the sunshine it’s nice and warm. How things change.

While not wanting the snowboarding season to be over (it is here, though maybe we’ll get to Vermont if we’re lucky), to be back hiking in the woods of Milton is a little bit like coming home. I can’t believe it was 2009 when I first set foot in these woods and would come here to take a break from work, or to meditate, or to jog, all by myself since S didn’t live here yet. Since then S and I often carve out time on the weekends just to catch up with a walk through the woods, and it one of my favorite traditions with him.

Being in the Blue Hills connects me to what little time I get out in our neighborhood, it connects me to the water, and gives S and I that time to talk and also goof around a little, amongst the families and kids and puppies and occasionally a terrifying Canadian goose. Oh look, there's one behind me now.

Everyone should have a space in nature to recharge, and I am so thankful for mine.