Ryan and I walk along this pond as often as we can. For the first time, we noticed that the fountain forms a heart shaped splatter. Is it new, or had we never paid attention?
It isn’t from the wind, as I first thought, because it has been like this all week.
Our property has a couple of fields that border I70. My husband keeps bees out there, and while walking up the hill to walk across the bridge, we had a nice view of his set up through the blooming redbuds.
He has a chair nearby and likes to spend time watching them at work.
Only one chair, I’m afraid that I am not a bee watcher.
This view was less pleasant.
We reached the top of the overpass bridge, and were disturbed by the lack of traffic. It was a reminder that our country is not itself right now.
Strangely quiet.
My walk was emotionally charged, with a flow of feelings from the sad reminder of the empty roads to the hopeful heart in the pond.
Of course, these days, our emotions are on high alert. I am trying to stay balanced, while acknowledging the difficulties and fears, still enjoying all of the happy moments of hope that I find.
Love the dichotomy of the hopeful heart fountain and the empty highway! Really moving. Hang in there. This too shall pass. 🙂