Walking Paths

I wish I still walked these paths. It has been two years since I have walked them. It was something I truly enjoyed. I just don’t trust my legs to hold me up anymore on the longer, less traveled spots. My dear Angus has passed away last month and I miss him. I could take Alistair with me though. Maybe he wouldn’t run away whenever I fall down. Angus would leave me in the dust and took the opportunity of me losing my grip on his leash to chase squirrels. I still loved him anyway. It was so hard to see him get old and frail. I can almost smell the autumn forest smell. I have to go back. I can feel the walking paths calling to me. Telling me it is time to try to come back. Some of my best inpsiration for writing and stories came when I was walking these trails. And I miss taking my pictures. Even though the paths didn’t change, the scenery always did in some small way. New leaves, new birds, new people. Yes, I think it is time to start walking again.

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The Daily Prompt-Seasonal Scents

Campfire S’mores and Lemonade

What scent or scents do I associate most with Summer? The first thought was lemonade and S’Mores cooking over a campfire. The smell of sweet burned sugar and sweet lemons filling the air. I remember standing on a white sand beach by a lake in Canada under the bright stars. The quarter moon reflecting over the surface of the lake, disturbed only by the ripples caused by the chilled evening breeze. The crackle of the fire and popping wood mixed with the laughter of children as they toasted S’mores and drank lemonade from paper cups. The sweet, tang of the lemonade made even more tangy and sweet with the mix of marshmallow and chocolate.

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The picture is of my grandchildren during one of our hotel stops a couple of years ago. Not a summer beach, but it is getting to be a summer tradition. Actually camping out and making memories like those above is the next step.  😀