Some days I look down.
Glad I do, there’s so much new.
Pink blooms bury frowns.
To repent for this week’s chocolate ice cream intake, I chose an extra dose of walking as my medicine this weekend.
An abundance of sunshine and a lack of mosquitoes made the nearby sparkling bodies of water a perfect choice.
And Minnesota has a lot of them.
We’re known as the ‘Land of 10,000 Lakes’, but it’s actually more like 21,000 depending on who’s counting.
But I’m not.
I was just looking for peace and fresh air out on the trails.
And peace is found pretty easily on 4th of July weekends as most in my area go ‘up north’ to their family cabins.
I don’t have one, but that’s fine with me.
It seems I’m a contrarian.
Who wants to sit in traffic on the state highways like a swarm of bumbling bees anyway?
So placing a camera in my left hand and my pup Rex in the right, I went in search of my own version of the red, white and blue.
And the color blue was Saturday’s first radiant gift found in the form of flowers.
It seemed as if Mother Nature had favored blue as her hue, softly brushing the summer landscape in front of her with it’s softer shades.
Then early today we covered new ground and noticed some sweet smelling white blossoms had been added.
They felt soft to the touch, much like the blue petals.
And they were swaying gently in the cool morning breeze.
Rex and I were both excited.
That is until I felt a stabbing pain in my left foot.
It was in the heel.
And I was limping.
It was definitely slowing down my pace.
And unfortunately I had chosen a longer path at dawn as we still needed to find a perfect display of red.
I told Rex to lead me on.
Except for occasionally confusing his reds with with his greens, Rex finally found some.
And also a bench where we could rest.
We sat and admired the floral fireworks display before us for a while.
Eventually we rose to slowly walk the last mile.
We soon heard guitar music in the distance over by the swimming beach.
As we got closer, we took another break on a grassy knoll to see what was going on.
An older man began to talk just, just as Rex decided to mud wrestle.
“Hey boy, it’s a church service,” I said as we both quickly sat up.
The preacher spoke of finding peace for our souls this holiday weekend, and having no regrets.
Afterwards I turned to Rex and said, ” I believe we found peace this weekend in spite of that pain in my sole. No regrets, buddy. Agreed?”
I’d like to think he nodded.
But maybe he was just praying for another piece of rawhide.