It's been raining this afternoon and thunder is rumbling somewhere off in the distance. It sounds like a grumpy old man who can't find his favorite pipe. But the birds are singing, quite possibly about the rain. There's the one bird species whose call sounds just like, "You're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet!" and I cannot figure out what sort of a bird it is and yes, I've tried googling it but the first two hits on the search direct you to my blog, me, talking about the bird who sings, "You're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet." Which I think is funny.
And not at all helpful as to identification.
So I walked in yet another place today. Not a place I've never walked, certainly, but not in awhile. It was Farms Road which intersects White House Road and Old Lloyd Road. I used to incorporate it into my White House Road walks back when I was doing five or more miles. It's about a two mile stretch of really, really pretty country road with very little traffic and a lot of shade.
Sounds perfect, doesn't it?
But no worries about that today so I decided to park down at the lower end near the railroad track, walk uphill for about a mile and a half and then leisurely come back downhill for the same distance.
And all went according to plan. Heading south it is indeed mostly uphill but with a few downward parts and I pushed through in the ninety-degree heat, telling myself that all was well and that I'd just finish this...one...last...hill and then turn around and go back and I did but there are actually a few uphill parts going back and by the time I was about two hundred yards from where I was parked I was wondering if I should flag down the UPS truck going by to give me a ride the rest of the way and of course I didn't and I made it but dear god- I am NOT in as fit a shape as I was back when I was walking that road before. Also, I am older.
Our core body temperatures instantly dropped at least a few degrees. It was wonderful. And then the wind kicked up as we unwrapped our sandwiches so we were even more delightfully cooler and just then one of the many children there went missing, just as I'd told Glen would happen and yes, the mother went through the whole speech when the child was found.
"Happens every time," I told him as he sprinkled salt on his tomatoes.
We laughed and tried to keep hold of our napkins as the wind blew and it was so cool and lovely. Jessie and Vergil's house sitter was there and it was good to see her. She took a picture of us and sent it to Jessie. It was odd being at the river with my husband, rather than my children and grandchildren but it was nice. He looked so damn handsome with his hair blowing back, his beautiful profile as he looked out at the water. I wanted to take his picture but he would have fussed at me. He doesn't believe me when I tell him how handsome he is.
"Watch out for that gator," a mama might say to her kids while one man was obviously extremely concerned and stood at the end of the dock, peering at the water with great concentration. I wondered aloud where he was from. Probably not Florida.
And then it began to thunder and a few fat raindrops fell. People began to pack up and suddenly a bolt of lightening struck, the thunder right behind it and mothers began to scream at their kids to come in from the water right now! and a mother of one of the teen boys yelled to her son, "Don't you jump! Don't you dare jump!" as he was poised to swing from the rope.