These past few days, the bitter cold air and raging winds have caused my walk to be a little more expedient, and little less meandering … kind of just as the crow flies.
That is because it is easier to get those miles walked and under my belt without stopping to linger anywhere.
I figure those powerful winds we had yesterday may have even found the crows flying a little off kilter, despite their best efforts to stay on task.
I’m approaching 700 miles on this 2016 walking journey, and, with any luck, this week’s predicted rain … freezing or regular, won’t hamper my efforts to keep plodding along.
Perhaps with the wind at my back I’ll get to this walking goal faster? I sure hope so, as Winter weather lurks on the horizon.
A lot of the trees are still full of leaves – in the neighborhood the maples are a gorgeous yellow color, but most of the trees with red leaves are already bare. I see the fire bushes all ablaze in their crimson glory … all but mine, that is. The older those fire bushes get, it seems the more hum drum they become.
As we get through this holiday-shortened week, unlike the industrious souls out there preparing the feast, or looking for bigtime bargains, my needs are simple … a little R&R and W … “W” being walking time of course!
Linda Schaub
WALKIN', WRITIN', WIT & WHIMSY 
Miss Linda………………………….it was freezing cold in that wind…………………………no I didn’t attempt a walk Sunday morning……………………today it was very cold and dark but no ice and rain nor snow to slip on……………………..I’m sure all of the crows were smart and hid in thick evergreen trees somewheres
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Ann Marie – We sure knew Winter was on the way this morning too – brrrr. After our beautiful weather last Friday, it felt brutal just walking out the screen door. I saw a huge hawk or a peregrine falcon yesterday – it had no problem flying in those strong winds … it flew out of nowhere so I really only got to check out the wingspan which was huge. We used to have lot of crows in the neighborhood. I’d hear them in the morning when I was hand-watering in the backyard. They were huge and used to congregate up in the tall trees and look down at me.
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It looked so nice from my window….but trying to get the mail with the wind pushing at the door….was a little bothersome…and it was chilly. Congratulations on nearing the end of your goal.
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Yes, Marge – the door might go flying and you and Woody out with the wind like two tumbleweeds – that wind sure was strong. I could feel it tugging at me.
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