"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Henry D. Thoreau
November 17, 2000
Weather: 3C - Partly Cloudy - Breezy
Well, this is my last walk... Continuing on last week's theme, it really is quite amazing how much things have changed since the first week. In eight weeks, the trees have changed, the wildlife has changed, the weather has changed...
Now as I walk along Stream, there are no colourful gardens anymore and the beautiful field birch is bare. At the lakeshore, the ground is hard underfoot and the grass is in it's last days. The water looks cold and there are no birds flying today.
I walk down to the drainage ditch at the end of the park to say farewell to the rat, only he's nowhere to be seen. Across the road at the Community Centre, all the trees are bare in the arbouretum. Without their leaves, many of the trees look so much alike that it is hard to tell which is which. They all reach their spindly branches to the sky.
I have really enjoyed the last eight weeks of walks, although I am glad that this is the last one - it's starting to get cold out...