A Walk With Peaches

Saturday, June 01, 2019

Yesterday began so pretty that the afternoon seemed a good time to take a walk with Peaches. Just as we stepped outdoors the rain began, but light enough to tempt me onward. The thing is, Peaches needs moisture to keep his feathers healthy. He gets daily spritzes, but nothing beats being in real dampness. As we walked down the street, the rain became heavier and finally forced us home. Soon as we were inside the rain, in typical Central Oregon fashion quit. So, with Peaches still on my shoulder, our outing resumed.

I intended to walk a mile and a half, following a route that almost daily my carriage horse takes me to maintain her strength and condition. During those cart rides, many small or almost hidden sights only momentarily catch my attention. Now today, I could look more closely, while walking with Peaches, and relish what our neighborhood offers.

For starters, scattered in this semi-desert environment are lovely pockets of plants. Thoughtful homeowners in creating them occasionally set some hardy beauties out beside the street for passers-by to enjoy.

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Some folks enjoy importing “yard art” or ancient farming equipment, often placing the historical implements close to their modern homes.

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And maybe best from my perspective are thoughtfully placed, under spreading trees and in quiet spaces, creative places, to sit and rest awhile, and to observe. The surrounding old trees, histories themselves, are full of birds and sounds.

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Walking Peaches in our lovely neighborhood nearly was as pleasant as driving Sunni through it. Now really special, with time to observe and immerse myself into the elements of old merged with new. Interestingly, maybe because of dampness and the unusual silence of weather keeping most people and pets inside, Peaches stood on my forearm quietly–didn’t even peep through our outing.

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Soon after arriving back home, Peaches thanked me for his adventure by destroying a handheld calculator that I lazily had left laying around. C’est la vie.

Dear Friends: Have a wonderful day. Diana