Over at Shooting Suburbia we have part two of "Birds Of A Feather Flock To The Fauna".
Over here, we have Mother Nature touching our spirit in a way that shows us that sometimes, it's the little things that gives us the most pleasure when dealing with the valleys in our journey of life.
Last Saturday, I finally got my bicycle fixed. After having lunch at my favorite local restaurant:
I decided to take the bike out for a spin.
Destination: Mill Pond Park.
After taking a twirl around the park, I was bicycling down the homestretch, when I came across a most unusual sight.
I immediately cruised to stop, hopped off my bike and quietly walked it over to a park bench that was located on the far end of the pond and sat down to write this post.
My friends, as I write this post, stationed some 25 to 50 feet away from me are a gaggle of geese, some goslings, and about a half dozen ducks and mallards snoozing.
Words can't really do justice to the scene I'm witnessing, but suffice to say that simply sitting here quietly with only the sound of chirping birds, honking geese and leaves rustling in the breeze to keep me company, leaves me with an indescribable feeling of peaceful contentment.
No matter what the upcoming week will bring to me, I will definitely have this wonderful memory to draw upon whenever I need a little restoration of my inner chi.
Late spring in New England definitely don't get much better than this, and if it does, I'm certainly not there to experience it.
My spirit soared a little bit during that early Saturday afternoon, and that my friends, is all that you can really ask for on a gorgeous weekend.