Winter Walk

It was because I am struggling with the depression again that I had no words this morning. I still don't. Well, I do but they're all so familiar and who in the world needs to hear that shit again?

Sleeping too much, overwhelmed, always tired, guilty, guilty, guilty, etc.

La-di-dah.

It becomes such a physical thing, depression, to the point where you don't know if it's all in your mind or your body and where is the dividing line, anyway?
So I took a walk. It's such a beautiful day. I took my camera. So here are some pictures and I do feel some better although Jesus, I would love a nap. Since I slept for approximately 10 hours last night, I sincerely doubt I need one though.

Well.

This is proof I got up off my ass and walked out the door and into a small part of the world, a part I find always beautiful. I have done this before, taken pictures of my walk, one only last August but things are so different in January. Click here if you want to see the contrast.

I have written about this old, falling-down abandoned house several times. In fact, one of my favorite posts was about the wallpaper inside of it and now I can't find it to link to. Oh well.
One of these days I'm going to walk by it and find that it is no longer standing. I see it shifting and sinking and leaning upon itself more and more all the time.
But for now, here it is.


That wallpaper.


Are the wisteria vines pulling it down or holding it up? I can't tell.


A strong oak branch, host to Resurrection Fern. If it had not rained recently, the fern would be brown and dried up and I wouldn't even have seen it.

A particularly nice beard of Spanish Moss.

The receding lake which the creek has made. See those palmettos there in the center? They do NOT grow underwater. Normally. I saw two ducks rise up and squawk their way into the sky right before I took this.

Which reminds me that I saw two hawks mate on this walk today, too. I have never seen hawks mate. They do it with more elegance than chickens. Believe me.




The little hidden graveyard in the woods.


A gopher tortoise hole where, when I am lucky, I see the turtle himself, sunning. He moves so quickly back into his hole that I am sure I will never get his picture. He is big.


A path made by animals. I have seen fox and deer both cross the trail from this path.


The railroad tracks and our post office which is the old train station.


Two of the amazing oaks in Ms. Petit Fleur's yard. She is my next door neighbor.

My yard from outside the fence.

New shoots coming up on the hydrangea.

It is nap time yet?

I guess I'll wash the dishes and try to put it off a little longer. Feed the chickens some grapes. I hear lots of clucking out there so perhaps there are eggs today.

Keep going, y'all. Keep moving. There are things to do. There are things to see.

Proof. I have proof.

God. I'm sleepy.