Relative Something

After a timid start, I gained confidence and began a stroll down our back hill to check on Cyndie while she re-established dominance over the labyrinth with the power trimmer. It is mind-blowing how quickly our surroundings change from hints of new leaves budding on branches into full-blown rainforest-level overgrowth.

Everything is growing faster than we can control along pathways we attempt to maintain through the forest.

As I continued my stiff saunter along the fence line around the back pasture, I was rewarded with a very special nature scene that was an absolute first for me.

In the drainage ditch I was walking beside, in the bright sun of the middle of the day, a trotting spotted fawn appeared moving toward me with a look of pure innocence. I was dumbstruck. The beautiful little creature passed within six feet of me and just kept going toward the woods beyond. It looked small enough to have barely mastered controlling its legs a few hours ago.

Where was momma? I looked around for clues as to where the fawn was coming from or what might have inspired it to move and saw nothing to explain what I had just witnessed. Then I noticed the horses grazing in the hay field were all staring in my direction with heightened awareness.

Maybe they were blaming me for disturbing the fawn, I don’t know.

I decided my exercise walk needed to move to the firmer footing of pavement and set out to plod along the road for an extended session of intentional stride.

As far as remedies for physical ailments go, there are a lot more difficult exercises from which to choose. As soon as my confidence returns, I intend to hop on the saddle of my bicycle. Rolling along carries much more allure for me over the limitations of repetitive step after step.

Granted, if I had been on a bike, I may have easily missed seeing that gorgeous fawn on its own little stroll.

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