Wednesday, June 15, 2011
I walk every day, at least one mile, usually in the morning with Jack. The walk loops around and down, among oak groves, past viewpoints, and past rustic cottages. There is perhaps a 100 foot grade change from the lowest point of my walk to the highest point. I get tired more easily than I used to, but each morning I go out.
UPDATE: To Linda in comments - yes, although the eucalyptus trees are now frowned upon as being fuel for fires, there are several magnificent specimens here that smell heavenly - along with the smell of pepper trees, blooming oleander, and the sharp resin and herbal scent of native chaparral and sage.
Along our walk we meet friends - other dog-walkers. Some we know well enough to stop and chat. Some we only know their dogs' name - but the dogs stop and play together. Some we know only to greet and keep walking. We say hello to other neighbors taking out their trash, or driving past on their way to work.
Lately it's been cool, damp and foggy - typical for L.A. in June. But once in a while, the sun breaks out.
I know it seems like an uphill struggle. But keep climbing toward the sun.