On my daily trek to Burdette Park to walk the track, I pass by The Monastery of St. Clare. An order of nuns live there, but it's very low key, you never see anyone out and about except for this one spry little nun.
I would judge her to be in her mid 60's, and she walks on the shoulder of the country road daily, accompanied by a gorgeous Yellow Lab. She is as trim as a girl, wearing her khaki shirtwaist and the required black headpiece, and she is just as brown as a biscuit. She always has the sweetest smile, and looks so happy and serene. It makes me feel good to just smile and wave at her as I pass by.
It's a wonderful thing, the countryside, even in this 90 degree weather. The Blue Heron on the lake was posing for me on one foot this morning, still as a statue, and the honkers and the quackers walked alongside for a bit.
The dry leaves are starting to fall on the track now, and they blow and rustle in the wind. It's an awesome thing, Mother Nature, even when she isn't cooperating the way we would like her to.
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