Walking at the same time of day means meeting and greeting the same folks as they are out strolling, walking and jogging. Dogs are allowed on the beach from September on so there are a wide variety of canines and their owners.
I could easily have another Golden Retriever to keep me company on my jaunts...
our hearts still weep when we remember our wonderful and faithful Rufus.
Observing the people as I walk by I have noticed that there is a large fit group of older women...
It interests me that most are walking solo like myself.
They are wearing pretty pink shades of lipstick
and dressed in practical and stylish walking shoes.
I have noticed that polar fleece is very popular and the colours range from black to brights.
Down jackets and coats seem to be the favourite with the elderly.
Nordic walkers are few and far between but when they pass they take up the entire width of the sidewalk and one must stop to allow them to pass or hop down off the sidewalk and walk on the road.
They obviously do not like to yield to oncoming traffic!
A few older couples shuffle along holding hands before they stop to sit on a bench to rest and peruse the shore.
There is constant chatter with these couples and I wonder what it is that they are discussing...
I am assuming that they have been married forever...
so lovely to see their connections.
Magnificent old trees dot the shoreline.
In the stormy winter winds these bow and sway threatening to break...
their placement on the shore has them directly in the line of fire.
the sand is soft and walking on the beach does wonders for one's calf muscles
I prefer to wear boots or I get mucky sandy shoes.
In the summertime
barefoot beach walking is a great exfoliant for the feet.
a lovely calm day on the sea...
hardly a ripple and it's November.
sunshine-y flowers popping up out of the grassy shoreline
"bloom where you are planted"
quiet moments of meditative walking
are so restorative
Mother Nature is showing off her best assets.
One does absorb simple joys
and experience moments of clarity.
Change is the theme here in the Humble Bungalow.
Not one change but many...
I am waiting on some news on the career front
and rather impatiently....
One of my nearest and dearest has just lost her Mother...
she is/was the same age as my Mom and I am rather shaken by this news.
I took a lovely orchid and a card and gave her hugs and we cried
I felt so powerless
there is so little one can do or say in these moments.
Being there was all I could muster.
Mother and I will be at the memorial
they were friends too
Mother has taken it very hard...
life is so precious
do not take anything for granted
it can change in a heart beat.