It was all about the cows today. I was headed toward the battlefield where I could really expand my walk today. I loe these Hereford cows, they are friendly and easy to raise. If I was to get any cows, it would be a Hereford.I am inside his fence and they don't flick an eyelash. I could probably go up to it and pet it, but, why chance it? It's all good right the way it is. Do you live near any cows?

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It's Wednesday! We are walking! As always, I want to thank @Tattoodjay for hosting the #WednesdayWalk challenge! It is a challenge that allows you to share what you see as you walk through your day. Show me where you walked today, I want to see what you got to see and hear what you have to say. If you want to do the challenge, drop him a link on his #WednesdayWalk post here, so he can try to visit yours! Whatever your day looks like, it is worth a walk-through. You can't always have sunshine and rainbows, but, you can always have a #WednesdayWalk!

Come on! What are you waiting for? We be walking! It's Wednesday. Get those shoes on and lets get out the door. No time to say hello, goodbye. I'm late, I'm late. I'm late! "I'm Late" is a song from the movie, Alice in Wonderland, sung by the White Rabbit.

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I love that JJ @tattoodjay has created this day for us to get out of our comfort zone and move it around. I am moving rather slowly as I pass through the pastures and to the backside of the neighborhood. Bad timing on my part as they are just mowing some of the area I want to walk through, keeping the tall grass to a mnimum height. If I go for a walk or run early, the grass is wet with dew. You will have to pardon me if that doesn't excite me. It makes me rather wet when that happens. Have you ever walked through morning grass, still wet from morning dew? It is a natural form of water that is formed as water vapor condenses. Still, it makes me wet. Step around this corner. It is a nice day for a walk.

I have been looking forward to going this way. It is rare for it to be busy, although you won't be lonely. There are people on the trail, usually with a dog or three. Some of the dog walkers around here go here because it is interesting, with lots of different things going on. Some days, there will be tours, and the Park Rangers that man the site will give talks on the history of the area, general information about the birds and animals that are in the area, and a little tidbit of knowledge. I am always happy to bump into one of these tours. Do you like hearing information on things or do you prefer to find your own? I guess I like it both ways. I like Ranger-fed information and some things I just like to use my friend, Google.

Look up to the sky! I am always looking up, well, because you never know what you may see! I love seeing the different cloud formations splayed across the sky, I thought that it would rain today, but, burst out in this color instead. This summer has been warm, to the point of hot, day in and day out. The weather has been shifting and changing for a few years now. I almost get no snow in the winter. What's up with that, Mother Nature??

Clover-Blossom
In a quiet, pleasant meadow,
Beneath a summer sky,
Where green old trees their branches waved,
And winds went singing by;
Where a little brook went rippling
So musically low,
And passing clouds cast shadows
On the waving grass below;
Where low, sweet notes of brooding birds
Stole out on the fragrant air,
And golden sunlight shone undimmed
On all most fresh and fair;--
There bloomed a lovely sisterhood
Of happy little flowers,
Together in this pleasant home,
Through quiet summer hours.
No rude hand came to gather them,
No chilling winds to blight;
Warm sunbeams smiled on them by day,
And soft dews fell at night.
So here, along the brook-side,
Beneath the green old trees,
The flowers dwelt among their friends,
The sunbeams and the breeze.
~Louisa May Alcott

The clover acts as a natural fertilizer. I often wonder why there is clover in places where grass doesn't grow well. Just like Mother Nature knows best, clover heals soil that's nitrogen-deficient; clover takes nitrogen from the air, converts it to a plant-friendly form, and releases it into the soil. All about clover. See here

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These grow wild in some places here. Not these as they were planted to make the battlefield look nice in places. Growing up in Connecticut, I remember those in the fields in the back of our house. I think that those were golden days, and I was too young to know it. I thought I lived a good life, much like everyone else thought they did too. Life was so simple then. And just like that, this post is over, come back tomorrow and we will do it again. Sorry to cut you off mid-walk, but, it is starting to rain and I am going to run back home! Goodbye!

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost