Apples and walks

This morning on my walk, in heavy coat and shredding gloves and a hat that always gets too hot, what I thought about was how much I love walking.  It’s so simple.  So clean.  So unassuming.  You don’t need special equipment. Almost anyone can do it, and over and over and over again, they show that it is one of the single best things you can do for your health.  Walk a half hour a day, eat an apple, and love somebody a lot, and you’ve got it covered. 

I also bought some very beautiful apples today.  Ambrosias.  Very crisp and sweet and pretty to look at it.

What simple things do you love?

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5 thoughts on “Apples and walks

  1. Looking at the beauty of leaves. I’ll never forget the first time my vision was adjusted (I’m near-sighted) as a young teen. I stepped outside with my new glasses and there were several trees beside me. I was blown away by the intricacy, the detail I could see in the leaves, and a little sad that I’d missed seeing it for an untold number of months/years. Every time my vision is adjusted, it’s the first thing I notice and appreciate: the artistry in a single leaf.

  2. LOLOL … we must have been on the same wavelength yesterday! I wish I could walk, but the foot is still being a bug.

    Did you know that they say an apple gives you more energy than a cup of coffee?

  3. Therese, me too on leaves! It was astonishing to me how much I’d missed without even realizing it.

    I believe it, spy, about the apples. I LOVE apples. Everything about them is beautiful.

  4. Yvonne Erwin

    The simple things…ah yes…This could take hours.

    I remember taking the voice class and realizing what strong images the sense of smell brought to me. Rain blowing in and how it somehow smelled of split watermelons. Freshly mowed grass, the earth in the spring…so moist and muddy and alive. Breathing with hope after the long winter idyll, just begging me to dig my hands into it.

    You know what else I love? Tulips of every color. Sunflowers with their happy smiling faces. A crackling fire in the fireplace in October. Pumpkins the color of umber. And snow. Especially the first snow of the season, before anybody drives over it or steps in it, the white virgin carpet spread across my yard under twinkling stars, or falling from the sky in gossamer flakes in the afternoon. You know, sometimes they even land on my tongue.

    I used to be a dessert freak when I was younger – in my passing years, I’ve become a bread freak. How could I ever turn my back on a crusty browned loaf with a white yeasty soft inside and a whole freaking lot of butter? Can’t. Won’t.

    Salt on the rim of my glass and limes pushed down into my margarita. So smooth, sweet and tart. Perfect on an August Dog Day. Luxurious even.

    My sons’ eyes. Both of them have blue eyes, one has bright blue, one speckled with more green, but blue nonetheless.

    There is so much beauty in the world. It doesn’t really take much to see it, does it?

  5. Yvonne, you said it: there is so much beauty in the world and all it takes is opening ourselves up to it.

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