I am going for a walk.
“Hey,” Elizabeth said in her signature tone when I answered the phone. “Remember what you and I talked about yesterday?”
“Yes, we are going to start walking.”
“We are starting today,” she announces.
“I am in the middle of writing,” I explain. “Never mind,” I continue. “I’ll see you in the park in half an hour.”
So my dear friends, let me go for a walk and get some air into my lungs.
Our local park is on the water and is beautiful. I’ll go and check out the trees, they must have grown since I was last there in February.
I used to go almost every day before Andrew died, and over the years I’ve made friends with several of the trees.
Some of them have such a personality, how can I say it? Their aura resonates with mine 😉
See you later,
ps I wish I had a picture of Andrew climbing trees, which he loved doing. Once he climbed a tree so high that if Hugh hadn’t stopped me, I would called the fire brigade to get him down. But guess what? He just sauntered down and he was happy