Today, after church, I went cross-country skiing in a park 5 minutes' drive from our home (eat your hearts out, big-city people!). I had a wonderful time, so much so, that when Joyce was dropped off home after her church council meeting, and after lunch, I suggested that we both go back to the same park and snowshoe--in other words, get physical to take your mind off mental exhaustion.
Having already exercised, I was in a mood for what I call a "stroll"--no stress, no sweat. Just enjoy. Joyce decided to try it, and we loved it.
The forest at the park is full, as woods are in our part of the country, delightful little "secret places" as I call them, places like little tiny clearings hidden under boughs, or bald spots back in off the path, barely visible. We love peering into them and seeing what we can. With snowshoes, we can travel off the path into one or two of them, and that's what we did.
And always, we were surrounded by landscape out of a dream, snow like spun sugar on the spruce boughs:
This is but one reason why we love where we live.
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