Yesterday, on this Independence Day weekend, I went for a walk with Barbara, on whom I can always depend.
Barbara was my very first friend, as I wrote about here. She remains a true-blue supporter of my writing (and all my other endeavors, too).
This weekend, Barbara requested a visit to some places I’ve shown in this blog.
At the Alewife Reservation, I stopped our walk when I saw some red flowers. Almost immediately, I decided to add more loveliness to the shot.
Here are more photos I took, while Barbara and I did our usual journeying down different paths of conversation.
I told Barbara I’ve taken several shots of the field of pink ribbons before, but I’ve never been happy with the results. Somehow, with Barbara there, I felt the confidence to take a better photo
and to show it here.
Barbara seemed thrilled to discover these locations with me and observe my blog-creating process.
After our walk, we had lunch. Barbara told me her new helpful saying is “It’s time to relax!” I said, “That’s the title of my post tomorrow.”
Yesterday evening, Michael and I did some errands, at a local mall. As Barbara taught me, it was time to relax.
The key to relaxing? Knowing what your essentials are.
Thanks to Barbara, Michael, all my other essentials, and you — of course! — for any relaxation you might find, today.
Great post Ann and wonderful to be together with a good friend in such a beautiful area. Wish you have your relaxed day 🙂
Thanks, Irene, for being such a good friend to me here.
😀
wonderfully relaxing
thanks for bringing me there 🙂
and thanks for bringing
your wonderfulness here
I love the green glazed owls. A lovely post Ann.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
Your supportiveness makes me relax, too, David! Thanks so much for all you do.
What a breathtaking walk. A balm for the body and the mind. You’ve got a lovely touch with the camera, Ann. Cheers
What a kind and lovely comment! I appreciate, very much, your visit and your words.
A true friend is more precious than silver and gold Ann!
Diana xo
I am not surprised you know that, Diana. xo to you, my precious WordPress friend.
The key to blogging, Ann? Relaxing. Or not.
Ah, you are familiar with the answers, even before discussing it with Barbara. Great and comfortable picture this time around with the pink ribbons, my friend.
Thanks for this great and comforting comment, my friend Mark.
I’ve been to the Alewife T Station thousands of times (well,maybe hundreds) and never knew this existed. I guess if they name the station after little fish there has to be some water in which the little fish live.
Hi, Trent! I was just listening to your ring tone at your blog. Very nice.
I think many people are unaware of the beauy that’s so close to the beaten path and — in some cases — beaten T stops. I’ve actually featured the Alewife environs in many other posts here, including a photo of what I think is an alewife, in fish (as opposed to ” in person”). Those things aren’t so little!
Thanks for stopping here and letting me know, in such fine fashion.
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Thanks for this. I think my problem is that a few of my essentials aren’t relaxing. 🙂
I hope you’re working on that (and relaxing about how that’s going, too). Great to see you, as always.
With a plumber at work in the house and a garage door repairman on the way, I greatly appreciated a quick, restful respite. I really like sumac, which is what I believe the first picture shows Barbara standing in front of, so that is an added treat.
I am glad to have provided a respite, Gene. And thanks for the treat of identifying the sumac (which, I believe, showed up in a post after this one).
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