I take a short cut on a narrow path up the hill.
Walking through the fallen leaves down the sky trail.
Looking down from above at the winding creek.
On the main trail. A biker ahead.
There are resting benches all along, but I pass them by.
A gorgeous day, trekking along on the winding trail.
I especially like the white birch trees, adding contrast and beauty to the picture.
This pair of Blue Jays added some color the trees on this day.
I was hoping that they would stay around for a while. That They wouldn’t be afraid of me looking at them through my window.
I was surprised and thankful for how long they amused me. I’ll be looking for them again.
I took the first detour off the paved path and immediately saw these beautiful flowers.
I walked a little ways down the narrow path and saw this flower. So beautiful, especially with the slight shadow on its pedals.
I came to this familiar trail. It leads to the creek. I hear voices nearby.
Ah, some happy kayakers enjoying the day.
Every couple weeks or so I like to walk along the Mississippi River on this trail. In this photo I am looking back from where I just walked.
Usually the trail is rugged, but here the way is flat and easier walking. But as you can see, you have to watch where you are going or you will tumble into the river. I walked along this path for a while, and then when the trail ended I took a sharp right up to another broader trail.
Here we are on the broader trail, or it is more like a road. In fact, I often see workers drive on this road.
Looking to the left, you see the river again through this jungle of trees.
Here is a rare sight this early in the spring. So lovely! All of these beautiful sights are God’s special gifts for me to enjoy.
Here the trail winds around these trees; and though the way is darker, I know that God is still with me. “Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for He is with me.”
Here the path is quite narrow. “Narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.”
The path suddenly turns green. It’s beautiful here. “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.”
Up the path and to the left I viewed this red-winged black bird in the swamp.
I have often wondered why this clump of grass always grows taller in this area. Perhaps there is something or somebody buried there that makes the ground more fertile. This reminds me of where we used to live in Delano, Minnesota. We had this corn field and there were places where the corn would grow almost twice as tall as the other corn. One fall day my dad decided that before plowing he would burn the field because he had let it get so overgrown with weeds. Well, it happened that after the weeds had burned off, the ground just kept burning and burning. We discovered that the earth was full of peat soil, and peat burns. So all you farmers, before you decide to burn your field make sure you don’t have peat or you will have a mess, and the good peat will be burned up and good for nothing,