Friday, November 15, 2013Our two little dogs get a mile-long walk around the "block" most days. Our "block" is an oddly-shaped bit of land, but the shortest loop by public roads that includes our house is an honest mile. Lately my wife usually walks them; sometimes I do. A week ago I decided to alter the route to take in a row of trees--oaks--still in color, so I could identify them up close then compare their foliage at a distance from home. The dogs were overjoyed by having new places to nose around and explore and mark.
Remembering their pleasure, I decided to go in another direction last Friday. The dogs were delighted--but so was I. Almost instantly I was treated to new sights. Houses of unfamiliar architecture. A towering scarlet oak that dwarfed the front yard in which it stood. A curiously designed housing complex. A pretty little fixed-keel yacht in someone's driveway. --all of this within blocks of my home.
This beauty, rising in tiers above the manicured lawn,
is about three feet across at chest height.
The experience reminded me what a rut I normally live in, taught me how unfamiliar is my own neighborhood. Tomorrow Golda, Linkin and I will explore further.
PS: I DID explore further just today. My son Stephen came along, and obliged me by acting as a ruler, standing beside the tree so I could measure its height in a photo. I make its height out to be about 65 feet, give or take five feet. From a distance, it is clearly only one of several tall trees on that street. Afterwards, we investigated new neighborhoods.
Stephen is the tiny figure in gray on the sidewalk.