These past few days have been absolutely gorgeous. Spring hath arrived (or at least, I’m hoping that this isn’t some cruel trick of Mother Nature). Because Saturday was the first of these beautiful days, after my morning class got out, I went straight home and washed my car. There’s something about a sunny day after weeks of bad weather that just compels people to wash their cars. To be philosophic for a brief moment, I think it’s a way for people to reflect washing the ickiness of the cloudy, bad weather away. For me, it was just a bit of quiet time that I got to spend outside, soaking up rays while giving my car a well deserved wash and wax.
Afterwards, Sean meandered home after spending a morning going to a junkyard with a friend. We packed what was leftover of the muffuletta I had made the previous evening, a few things of water and headed up to Green Mountain. Before Saturday, I had not been up to Green Mountain in years. I knew where the nature trail was, generally, but hadn’t ever personally driven up there. The last time I had been up to the nature trail was when my brother Stuart got the whole family, as well as others in the community, involved in his Eagle Scout project up at the nature trail. (The project was to improve the trail itself and redo all of the labels for plant and tree specimen along the trail.)
We actually found the place with relative ease. Signs pointed the right way at all of the turns that we weren’t sure at. After driving along the narrow, windy roads for a little while, we turned into the parking lot of the Madison County Nature Trail. It hadn’t changed much from when I had last been up there. The trail had been fixed up a bit more since. Some parts of the trail had been moved around a little. Some benches and a nicer picnic area had been added. In general, though, it was the same place, with the same covered wooden bridge and large pond with greedy Canadian geese. There was even a beaver up there that popped its head out of the water for a short time while Sean and I were eating. We spent a good chunk of our afternoon up there, walking the trail and then driving around on top of the mountain, looking at all of the large, pretty homes up there. I snapped lots of pictures, which I will eventually get around to developing and scanning in so that I can post them.
It was the medicine I needed to get out of the funk I’d been in. There’s something about a little sunshine that just makes me happy. Perhaps some of the feline characteristics have rubbed off on me from Kudzu and Weaver that just makes me purr whenever there’s a good sunbeam around. I took a nap when I got home and just felt content for the rest of the day.