It’s that time again already. I didn’t have a particularly exciting week actually. I was really noticing John’s absence (I miss you love!). I did hike every evening except Friday and on Wednesday and Thursday Mary and I changed it up a bit and did the regular loop backwards. That puts four very steep hills back to back right at the beginning but speeds the whole thing up because the rest of it is safe to run instead of walk when you do it that way round. We are going to do that several times a week from now on and try to burn a few more calories. Although, it is looking increasingly like rain will stop play today. Bummer. Keeping my fingers crossed for it to clear up. Normally I wouldn’t blink at hiking or running in the rain, by the way, but it isn’t advisable to go hiking in a forest when there are huge thunder and lightning storms. It’s the lightning strike capital of America here!
I do love to watch the storms roll in up here though. The sky very slowly darkens and the wind starts to pick up and rustles the aspen leaves so that it sounds like a stream rushing by. The aspen leaves (for those who don’t know) are a different colour green on each side so when they are blown in the rain it looks like a million pale emeralds are sparkling in the trees. I love the change in the intensity of the rain as it builds and dies off and builds up again and the fresh smell of the deck wood as it soaks and becomes slick. I keep the door open as long as I can listening to the thunder and watching the lightning coming in off South Park. It is like a mythical war of some fantastical gods just far enough away to be safe, and then the first overhead boom that terrifies my Saschy is on us. That’s when it’s time to shut it out and comfort her, a trembling, panting, wreck of golden retriever trying to squeeze herself frantically between me and the sofa and make herself as tiny as possible.