A summer walk can be lovely especially if there’s
a light breeze, puffy white clouds and –
low humidity. And that’s how it was that evening last week. So off I went.
I hadn’t gone past our tree line when I caught the
glint of something on the asphalt. Right on the white line the highway guys
paint every year. It was a dime. I almost left it there, but it looked kind of
needy. As though it had been through
many hands, countless checkout lines and the occasional washing machine. It had
chewed up edges. Probably it had been run over many times with
no one seeing it down there on the white line, suffering. So I picked it up,
gave it a little salute for its valor, and twirled it in my fingers as I walked.
The Queen Anne’s Lace is profuse this year. Before
my husband planted pine trees and began building his compost pile on the top of
our small hill out back, we had lots of it. Not so much anymore. So when I saw
it nodding and bobbing along the roadside, I snatched some. These happy ditch dwellers
have always fascinated me. Made up of dozens and dozens of minute white petals it
sports a tiny, deep purple flower smack in the center of the bloom. Love them. And if
you know how it got its name, text me.
Just at the curve on the back road, the one where I quicken my step in case a big old truck is coming around to surprise me, I spot her. Daisy.
A single flower with a couple of fallen pine cones in the grass at her feet. I could swear
to you the little leaves that sprout
from her stem are hands and they were up waving at me. “Over here!” she seemed
to say. No doubt she’d spotted Queen Anne and dime riding along happily in my grip and
wanted to be included in the adventure. "Okay, okay," I mumble, quickly plucking Miss Daisy and scooting past the curve. No truck. Whew!
We scared two rabbits. We caught a glimpse of the
railroad tracks through a neighbor’s pine tree border. We noticed the
blackberry bushes, so full of promise three weeks ago, were now bereft off all fruit. As we turned away from them my
companions and I strolled up the short incline back to the main road. Heading for
home we saw it. A blob in the distance but growing more distinct as it came at us.
A biker. A dedicated rider with his head down. Not looking up until he was only
feet away. He swerved sideways, slightly, when he saw us. I raised my hand full
of flowers and a dime to greet him. But. He was a dedicated biker and he took
little notice.
The driveway to the old homestead was now only a few hundred feet
away and then we’d be home where a small flower vase and a cozy place in my coin jar
waited.
A summer walk can be lovely. Especially when you
have a dime, a daisy, and Queen Anne’s Lace for company.
I’ll be taking the month of August off. See you in
the Fall! We’ll go for a walk.
Image: My walking buddies