Yesterday, my sister-in-law, Sarajane, and I went hiking on Buck Quarter Trail in Durham. It was an absolutely beautiful day. I had worked a half day and went to a therapy session prior to the work, so I was feeling pretty great to start with. We saw plenty of interesting structures in nature too!
The river (img. 1) was very full after days of constant rain. The velocity at which the water cascading over algae-slicked rocks and through muddy crevices was far too alarming when viewed up close, so we kept our distance. Our first distinctive formation, (img. 2) we coined as “Jabba the Rock,” (img. 3) and giggled at our cleverness. Further down the path, I spied a wonderful lichen and moss growth. Velvety soft to the touch, the first fresh moss of early Spring breathed green life into a world of brown.
On this trail, there is an abandoned house (img. 4, 5) amidst a daffodil field. A quiet place of serenity. Birds flitted and chirped, a place of deep meditation and exploration into a history of times past. Lastly as we climbed past the crisped, frozen weeds, our walk shortened toward our destination atop a last sunlight dappled hill (img. 6).
See here, the Vagabond For Honey 