Well it would perhaps be better labeled if
I said my first slow climb up the hill and leisurely meander down on the other
side. If my lung and heart are in fine
shape thanks to finally having been able to walk up to coffee in my village
mornings for the past month or so, the same can’t be said of my arm/leg
coordination nor of my legs period.
Still I was mighty pleased that I could do
it without stopping – o.k. once to stand still and listen to the silence around
me: silence only broken by the twitter of birds and the wind in the trees – and
another time to pick up a rock or two. Said rocks got carried a ways, then I
decided that they didn’t possess enough energy and left them on the side of the
road. After all I can’t haul back a rock for every walk that I take, as it is I
have plenty dotting the spaces where I live.
It was a gorgeous day, Saturday, but no real
wildflowers out and the plain at the top held no sheep nor cows, nor even a yak
as it did one year. I was chuffed though to find some wild baby spinach where
Marcel had shown me all those years ago and happily added a few leaves to my
salad at lunch.
My season has started – I am back – and one
of my favorite mountains (Les Dents de Morcles) watch over me through my kitchen
window.
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