So upon returning to the Prairie State, I've searched out my own little nature walks. You've already seen the Prairie Path (or at least parts of it from Crystal Lake to Algonquin) in a prior post; here is Huntley Park.
The walking path encircles the park and weaves through a tiny bit of wooded area on one side. It's gently hilled and there is a little pond in the center upon which float Canadian geese.
to nature walks. Well, as much nature as you can get in the suburbs.
This addiction seems to have taken root since I retired and have been spending winters in Florida. The St. Petersburg/Clearwater area has many parks, each with distinct and varied features. My favorite isLake Seminole Park, with its treed entrance, many different shelters and pond/lake areas, and especially the walking/biking path. For you nature lovers, click on the virtual tours of the parks at the link and then Philippe Park and Walsingham Park, two more I frequent in the winter. (Click photos to enlarge...it's worth it!)
only it's not "to Grandmother's house we go" nowadays. Since my son and his family have moved, it's Grandmother going to their house. Which I'll be doing for a week every month once I relocate to Florida for the winter. In the meantime, to give you a glimpse of what I miss (especially if you aren't aware of my daughter-in-law's blog...photos courtesy of her):
Atlanta and Chicago, Georgia and Illinois, United States
I was born a reader. My first real "grown-up" book came from a school book fair when I was in the fourth grade -- Little Women. I still have it, 58 years later. As I became acquainted with the March girls, I came to identify with one more than the others. It certainly wasn't shy, timid Beth or proper Meg. Amy's love of art resonated with me, but at last, because she loved literature and writing and because of her independent nature -- although often awkward and outspoken -- it was decidedly Jo.