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Walking Thoughts – As I began my walk tonight I thought about the question – what was I going to think about during this walk? I was unable to come up with any preconceived plan since thinking is a spur of the moment thing and one usually doesn’t know what they are going to think about until they have thought about it. So I decided I would just record it as it came and write it down the same way.

As I walked across the dam of the pond, I thought about how low the pond was and how several stumps are showing above the water now and one small island has re-appeared. We really need a long soaking rain to even get halfway back to normal.

Another thought was concerning the chirring melody coming from the trees off to my right – this from the many cicadas giving forth their “joyful noise” of the summer. Last night my walk was a little later and the cicadas had quit and the crickets had picked up where they left off.

Why in the world do these geese have to poop on this driveway where I walk? It seems that they should know by nature that fertilizing this asphalt driveway is not going to cause anything to grow. They must have been tired of fertilizing the lawn. They wander all over the area even a fair distance away from the pond. I have seen them in my yard, as well as my neighbor’s, just grazing on the grass and/or the grass seed. It’s like the places belonged to them – and then maybe it does.

On MIL’s side of the pond there is a rather distinctive looking tree down by the water that BIL planted several years ago and it has grown quite large for the amount of time it has been there. It is a eucalyptus – quite aromatic and can be smelled some distance away – it smells like cough drops.

The main part of the pond dam parallels the area’s highway that is a couple hundred yards away. The highway can’t be seen this time of the year because of the dense foliage but the vehicle noises can be heard quite well. In winter, when the leaves have dropped, you can glimpse autos and such as they move along this major traffic artery.

At the turn around point of my measured walk, I glanced up ahead and saw several goose necks; this was all I could see because their bodies were hidden down in a swale. They were checking me out to be sure – they don’t like anything or anybody to get very close to them.

The grass along the edges of the driveway is always trying to encroach out on the asphalt, with a few spots more successful than others. One spot out on the dam has a crack in this paving medium and a large tuft of centipede grass is growing right in the middle of the drive. Left alone and with enough years, I’m sure the grass and/or weeds would conquer the pavement.

The tenacity of God’s created natural growths is just another of the many things that amaze me about our world. God does all things well. ec