Love thy neighbourhood
Spring is here, and don’t we appreciate it. Today was my first long-ish walk on the hill behind my home for a few weeks. I’m a Polyanna at the best of times, and today I’m glad I was alone, because (internally at least) I was insufferably happy for far too long.
My hill: Mt Victoria, Wellington
My path (shared with other walkers and mountain bikers)
My future seats. Old pine tree half-processed for weary walkers.
My mate: periwinkles and me are like THAT.
Oh! You took the word right out of my mouth.
I hope that you can see these photos, and I haven’t over-taxed your computer or smartphone. Because they are everyday, ordinary, and special.
Do you love the neighbourhood you’ve got? I think it’s usually possible.
What a lovely walk – and a lovely old house.
The house is typical of the neighbourhood 😋
I’m in a long thru’ street – and I’m in what is deemed the “no exit” part – there are a number of little side roads (also no exit off it). I’ve not even walked down to the end – although many years ago I used to drive down to one of the no exits. Somehow, I just haven’t got around to it – because when I do leave this place – I turn R and head down to the down-road to take me down to my local hub…
I know you’re going to explore those roads quite soon now…
I love wandering my neighborhood… and anyone else’s too- thanks for sharing yours 😊
And I didn’t even mention the people!
Love my neighbourhood as we begin to cocoon for the journey into winter.
Cocoon… lovely concept.
I always walk in my neighborhood. It’s lovely and I see the local pups getting their walks too.
The social side is great. In yesterday’s sunshine nearly everyone was smiling.
I love my neighbourhood, external, internal, where ever it might be. I love its mundanity, its surprises the way it loves me.
I’m still turning this over in my mind 🙂
I love your comment and am quietly absorbing the last phrase.
I hope you intuited the missing comma ( after surprises).
I did. No crime.