We took a stroll late this afternoon in Rondeau Provincial Park. A peaceful end to the day.

Strolling through this Carolinian woodland was a quiet, introspective, peaceful.
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Field and bush await spring’s bustling, almost hectic renewal. For now, they slumber through late winter quiet time.
I will return on Thursday. Blessings to you.

During our trip through Texas, we stopped for lunch at a picnic area near Sanderson. Using my eyes, the fence was the only evidence of human influence. Using my ears, the occasional car passing by was the only evidence of human influence. Otherwise, it was quiet except for the sound of the wind, and an occasional bird call. It was peaceful and induced contemplation.
It was wonderful.
