winter walks

 

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Since school has started up again, we are all happily back on something of a schedule.  The three older little ones go to school, Steven goes to preschool, and I work in the morning.  After lunch, I pick up Steven, and we have an hour or so before the big kids come home.  We often do a little work in the kitchen, then go out for a walk (or “hike” as Steven says).  We have only made it as far as a little circle of the dirt road we live on, and sometimes to the farm – and that short bit has provided a lot of interest for a little boy.  He stomps on ice puddles, throws rocks in the creek (which Tucker dives for every time), and explores places at the farm.  I love these little walks because I get to slow down a little – not trying to get anywhere fast, being in the moment.  I am treasuring these walks like taking a deep breath in the middle of the day and spending a bit of precious one-on-one time with the littlest one.

These winter walk also remind me of walks I took with my great-grandmother when I was preschool age.  I often stayed with her and we would take slow walks down the dirt road we lived on (she lived less than a 1/4 mile from my house), taking our time, enjoying the sunshine, investigating interesting things along the road, and exploring the goat barn.  Just like now, it is a bit of getting outside, slowing down from the day, being together, and learning life on a country road.

3 thoughts on “winter walks

  1. Lovely memories!
    I have similar ones with the same lady!

    Thank you so for the treasure that arrived in the mail yesterday. We also have a small journal Mother kept of the drive/trip from Portland to N.O. Sort of a postscript to the letters..😍

  2. Oh those memories!! I too have such good ones with Grammy.
    Thanks for the memories that arrived yesterday. Can’t wait to sit down and read it. . .

  3. I remember walking with Grammy from her house in Nixonton to the house Douglas lived in and where she and Grandaddy lived for years. Loved her very much. A remarkable woman.

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