Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Ode to Sultry Summer Walks on Delightful Walking Paths.
Recite with the cadence of The House That Jack Built. If you don't know what I'm talkin about or smokin then just move on, it only goes downhill from here.
This is the path that the state built...
There are concrete and concrete blend products in Iowa...on and near the path that the state built.
The sunlight on the path that the state built makes for lovely walks.
The dogs, Lily blue, Lola pink, on the grass that the state planted make use of said grass for unmentionable purposes.
The sights and smells and sounds on the path that the state built are mostly pleasant...birds singing, wildflowers blooming, traffic humming, grass growing. Unless an unmentionable thing left near the path or on the grass that the state built and/or planted rides in a recycled plastic bag dangling at my side.
Hope you enjoyed your guided tour of the path that the state built.