Everyone knows I love to be outdoors in quiet places with few people. For over three years I have lived in this house not knowing that one street over was a beautiful quiet canyon just waiting for Lucy and I to explore.
The canyon has a very steep incline to access it and more than once this spring I have slipped and skidded on my butt to the bottom. Lucy thinks this is just added fun for her walk and tries to beat me to the bottom. She always wins!
Once in the canyon you feel as though you are in another world and the cars and noise and houses that are so close just no longer exist. The path winds along a small creek that bubbles and gurgles. The birds sing from the tree tops and occasionaly you can hear the crows scolding each other from either side of the canyon. To Lucy's delight there are lots of squirrels and she tries desperately to climb the trees to get to them. I swear I can hear them laughing at her from the branches high above the ground.
The trees in the canyon are so tall that they form a canopy letting in little glints of sunlight. Everything is green and lush. There is an abundance of soft beautiful ferns and all around me is the fragrance of skunk cabbage reminding me of my childhood days. On a hot day it is cool and calming. I try to leave all my worries at the top of the canyon and just let nature soothe my tired body and anxious soul. I want to share the canyon with others.... yet I also selfishly want to keep it all to myself.