True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings.
~Shakespeare
2015 began with a flat tire (and a grumpy toddler). Not exactly an auspicious start to the new year. Nonetheless, we managed to get ourselves to the Washington Park Arboretum for our annual New Year’s Day walk.
The air was crisp and the sky bright blue as we wound our way through the mile-long marsh trail. The trail meanders over a series of boardwalks and bridges along the north edge of Foster Island. These wetlands are a bird-lover’s paradise, filled with quacking ducks, diving cormorants, swooping swallows, buzzing hummingbirds and the sweet songs of sparrows (and, unfortunately, the ever constant hum of Highway 520 bridge traffic).
My spirit always feels renewed whenever I am near the water. There is something undeniably soul soothing about the sound of of the waves, birds bobbing in the water, and endless pools of blues.
Bottoms up to 2015
Take the road less traveled, Beth
