The walk this morning was cool and I needed a light jacket.
It feels like our summers on Bobst Mountain in Pennsylvania,
and it brings back the memories of sitting on the front porch of the hunting club farm house.
That was our annual summer retreat with six kids, huckleberry pancakes, and morning coffee on top of a misty mountain with the quiet void of city sounds.
My walk this morning usually takes about 35 minutes.
This one took over an hour.
I was determined to stop and take a picture of every flower I saw along the trail.
I truly took the time to stop and smell the flowers...
~Nancy ~ 221/365