Imperfect
Irregular
Interesting
There’s a short stroll
and a longer stroll
going ‘round the ‘hood
When I head out our door
I often say
something like…
Be back soon,
we’re walking the short circle
or
We’ll be a while…
circling big this time,
by horses, cats, and Ziggy the Golden.
Funny thing is,
neither route is circular.
Shorthand language
is imperfect?
In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. ~John Milton (1608-74)
Henri and I already traveled the big circle this morning.
This afternoon we’ll loop a forested trail.
I’d also like to start a trip around the house, clearing flower beds of debris, making space for what’s popping up.
What are you circling today?
Deb & I have several walking routes, depending on weather, energy, and how much our fitness trackers are nagging us. We have options on hills (well, THE hill, really, but sharp slope or gentle) and which houses have the best spring yards (almost all of them, right now). We do weave from one side of the street to the other depending on other foot traffic, of course.