I received a sweet text message from Alexandra Leurck who had just returned after spending a semester abroad. I haven’t seen her since her grandfather’s funeral and we decided to check out French Park and catch up. I wanted to hear all about her European adventures and find out what her plans are for the summer.

She was determined to hike barefoot, grounding herself with nature. I love this girl’s heart! She is a genuinely kind, passionate protector of the earth that encompasses the wisdom of a recycled soul. I absolutely adore her and could talk with her on my level for hours without feeling the age difference. I can’t wait to see where she ends up in the world. A free spirit for sure with empathy and a grip on what makes a human happy. Admirable to be at that place mentally in your 20s.

We came across a water spigot which was still functioning.

As we were walking at the beginning of the trail, the aroma was overwhelming. Lilacs. But not the big oversized flowers I was used to seeing, it was coming from these tiny little guys. (which I was just informed is called honeysuckle. So much I could be learning!) We were both just breathing it in. It was like walking in a fairyland with the sweet scent surrounding us.

The paths were so quiet. It was morning and the sun was not yet hot. I love when trees naturally create archways over the trails. This one with its shape in particular was unique.

As Alexandra was walking, she snagged this clover between her toes. Instead of my heavy shoes crushing nature, she was becoming part of it.

I am constantly amazed at how I notice different plants and flowers every time I hike. Are the species are endless? And as Alexandra pointed out, there are so many more seasons than we are educated on. Anytime you get out there is always change. Lesson there in life.

This cicada did not stray far from its shell which is right below it. These ugly bugs live a simple life. The noise yesterday was at its peak with them singing. Today seems a bit quieter.

The white bark of this tree stood out with its enormous height.

Check out these flowers. The buds are so tiny, like baby’s breath and then they bloom into a cross shape of adorable miniscule petals with tonal spiked edges. My new favorite. And honestly, I have never seen before. (was told by a blog reader, aka Jane, that these are poisonous-yikes!)

Another archway making the other side seem even more mysterious. We walked along many different paths, randomly selecting as we went.

I made her stand under this guy to capture it’s scale. Maybe another day I’ll come back and scale the branch leaning up and perch myself up there for a bit for a different perspective.

The bark of this tree had such interesting markings on it. And up higher, unfortunately, was the victim to many lover’s initials. It was a survivor for sure. More than likely outlasting the love of teenagers who falsely promised forever.

We got to the creek and Alexandra rinsed off her muddy soles.

Can’t tell you how happy I was to be out again, and with the energy and company of this beautiful gal!

A memorial to some childhood friends in the early 1920s – I’ll have to google the story.

The roots of the riverbed trees. Always intriguing.

As we continued we passed a venue where it looked like they may be hosting a wedding tonight. June. The wedding month. So happy to see things in the USA opening back up thanks to all us who believe in science and risked the vaccine for the greater good.

Color and texture combinations always make me ponder the creativity of the creator.

So delicate. Reminded me of Kathy’s newly renovated home with touches of blush and pink. (Kathy is Alexandra’s mom and wonder woman!)

When I got home I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with the remainder of my day, but knew I it was a rare moment in the sun, so I got my hammock out and listed to the Dreams & Detours podcast on my ear pods while relaxing and enjoying life. As I was heading back up to the house for lunch, I spotted this perfectly placed heart flower.

Open your eyes out there. It is a fascinatingly communicative world.