Sunday afternoon rambles have been a pleasurable part of our weekend repertoire lately.
We grab all the layers, pile in the truck and trek away.
I've found the weather a bit trickier to dress for of late, especially since the temps were chillier at this hiking spot than they were back at home in the open sun of our yard.
Still, we find ourselves delighted with the prettily contrasting signs of spring and remnants of winter's gifts.
Blossom1 was nearly beside herself with excitement when she spotted this pair of swans, lolling about with the Canadian geese.
All eyes on the graceful swan pair!
While peering out over the water, we soaked in the peace and reveled in our time together.
Our conversations are the stuff of everyday family life ~
marveling at Rory's rare bold venture into deep water,
discussing the breed of swans,
negotiating the still to come destination and culmination of today's ramble,
commenting on the beauty of an unusual tree rising majestically amongst other "every day" trees.
It is seemingly inconsequential conversation,
except there is a connection amid the rambling.
together.
This is our quality time;
the best way to clear away the distractions.
To hear each other.
To hear God.
We scramble, we explore, we venture, we listen and soon, we find what we were looking for.
There's beauty all around and we savor it together
before venturing further onward and homeward.
