A Canadian high came through Brandermill last night and swept away the muggy summer air of 60 F. and replaced it with cystal clear chilly middle 40’s F. Very invigorating and just calling out to be walked through. I call it a “Landour” morning and if you brows through my earlier blogs you’ll understand.
The leaves are beginning to peak now. Right after breakfast I donned a pullover jacket, grabbed my cane and was out the front door at a brisk pace for an oldster of 80. The sky was deep blue, there was a little breeze, and the sun shining through translucent leaves of yellow, orange, and red created the feeling of being in an outdoor cathedral where the leaves were the stained glass windows. The first third of the walk was nearly effortless as I rounded the upper loop of our neighborhood.
The second third I began to walk a less ambitious gait as half of it was a slight climb. Still I was enjoying the brisk air and scenery. All that lacked was the scent of oak smoke from a myriad fireplaces around the Landour chukkar. This evening I expect to inhale that as some of our neighbors light up theirs. Yes, even though “gas” logs are the clean heat, nothing quite replaces the aroma and feel of real wood burning and it is the preferred choice of many.
The final third was another loop. My legs were beginning to tell me to slow down, that I wasn’t 40 or 50 years old. That can be disheartening, but I was grateful for the memories of many Landour strolls around the chukkar; to Sister’s bazaar and Kellog’s church, while ancient deodars whispered mysterious secrets among themselves. And then if it was a morning like this, a break in the forest would reveal the snow covered peaks of the high Himalayas, breath takingly beautiful and forever beyond reach for the young school boy I was then. Now a click on YouTube and I may vicariously touch their hems.
How wonderful to be alive this morning, to experience a super morning enhanced by memories
that make it even more joyfuy. Thank you Lord!!