I have started to take short walks in the neighborhood–just 10-15 minutes each morning. It feels good to be moving again and hopefully building my strength. I especially get energy from the birds singing so exuberantly. There are cardinals all over the neighborhood.
This morning, from our backyard I saw several cardinals chasing each other through some tangled branches. They especially like the plot of undeveloped land next to the back of our yard, that we call the “fairy field.” Sadly, it is filled with invasive bittersweet and multi-flora rose that Margy is trying to curb, but it does make for lots of brush up to higher branches, and the cardinals seem happy there. Perhaps they are young males trying to establish their own territory.
Or perhaps they, too, are merely feeling the exuberance of warmer air and brighter days, and can’t keep from singing.
More beauty: some of the pond plants are starting to green up. Especially the blue flag iris. No frogs yet, but I go back and check each day just to see when they might arrive. Only a few of the stones were dislodged during the ice of winter. When it rained the last couple days, there was flooding all along the back yard area beyond the pond, and an overflowing “drain.” But it didn’t seem to be a problem. I hope all of the plants from last year will come back. I am also hoping to add some Marsh Marigold when it comes in to our local nursery. This will be our first spring with the pond, and so it is all an adventure, a slow, curious, waiting kind of adventure.
When we moved to our current neighborhood we were surprised and delighted to find so much natural beauty within walking distance of our home. I felt like a kid again in those first morning walk explorations of the surrounding terrain. I learned that we are nestled between small brooks that feed into Capisic Brook, and that there is a path through the woods between the brook and the Rowe (formerly Hall) school. I learned I could walk into the woods that were part of Evergreen Cemetery, up to the ponds where turtles, frogs, and birds abound.
But one treasure I wouldn’t have found if I hadn’t learned about it first, and then tried to hunt for it. It is quite hidden, except to those who are hiking on the Fore River Trail, which is just beyond my usual strolling adventures. But if you know where to find it, you can also access it off the side streets on the other side of Brighton Avenue. This is Jewell Falls, and I walked there yesterday morning. Can you imagine? A waterfall in my own neighborhood in Portland! The spring snow melt and rain gave it a great flow and the rushing sounds were like music, morning sunlight dancing to its rhythms. Gratitude.
Almost every morning, I take a walk around my neighborhood. Even on cold days, or icy days, I never regret going outside. I never know what I might see. One day, a whole flock of robins had gathered in these ice-coated branches. I heard them before I saw them.
Today it was very icy. I walked a few blocks down the street, and then ventured over a slick snow mound to get to the path by the brook. Someone had cut a few steps into the huge pile, but once I reached the top, I just sat and slid the rest of the way down the other side. After I stood up again I realized that I was committed now–there would be no way to get back up from that side.
So I walked over to where the trail began, and looked at the shininess of the frozen rain-covered snow. In order to keep from slipping, even with yak-trax on my boots, I ended up stomping through the crust at the edges of the path. Still, this has been my favorite part of my morning walk, to be next to the flowing water, surrounded by trees, breathing in the freshened air.
Even in the city there are these pockets of wild nature. Even with construction going on just beyond the view of my lens. Even when I think I want to stay inside, there so many wordless reasons to put on heavy coat, hat, scarf, and boots and greet my earthly neighbors.