New path

I got off early yesterday rolled into the driveway as Jilda was pulling out on her way to work. I'd caught up on my writing, and other chores so I had a free afternoon. I considered trout fishing, but with the amount of rain we'd had the previous days, the water would resemble chocolate milk so I decided to hang out here.

I flipped back through my things to do list and remembered something. We purchased some property from a neighbor that adjoined ours. It's a beautiful piece of land full of hundred-year-old oak and hickory  trees.

Just after the paperwork was signed, I walked the property and found a rock the size of a VW nestled on one side of the hollow. I slapped the rock a few times with my walking stick to rid it of any rattlesnakes or red wasps living around it. When I was sure it was safe, I sat for a long time contemplating our good fortune.

In my mind, I formulated a plan to clear out a rustic walking path through the new section to add variety to our daily walking routine.

When I saw that item on my todo list, I thought "Today would be a perfect day to work on the walking path." As it turns out, a few hours with an ax and pruning shears and the path was clear.
One swipe with the tractor and all the saw briars and scrub brush were gone leaving a beautiful path.

This morning, I took Jilda down the new path and she was ecstatic. I think I'll build a rustic bench down there which would be perfect for afternoon meditation.

This evening I snapped a picture of one of the Old Maids (Zinnias). I thought the dry weather had snuffed them out, but the recent rain brought them back to life. With the refreshing rain, they should bloom until frost.