9:18 pm
I awoke this morning to the neighborhood garage sale. It brought in a large number of people to our otherwise sleepy Bryn Mawr neighborhood. It was an invasion overnight and in retrospect, I guess I should start reading the neighborhood circulator.
After Jonathan and I had to walk our bikes down the street only to find our local breakfast/coffee joint overflowing with people, we decided to get out of Hennepin for the day.
As we drove north, the deciduous trees began to look less ready to burst but the coniferous trees grew tall like idols reaching their peaks to the sky with thicker trunks than anything in the cities. We ended up at Banning State Park for some much needed H&C (hike and climb.)
We were surrounded by forrest as we made our way through the “self led trails” and there’s something about a big tree that opens my heart. I think it stems from one of my favorite childhood books, “The Giving Tree” or the Grandmother Willow character in Disney’s, “Pocahontas.” Regardless, an old tree holds secrets for generations that humans only wish to hear.
Five hours later we returned to our car and reality. But by the time we got back to the homestead, our neighborhood had cleared out and we are now sitting on our porch enjoying the full moon over the park.
growing roots, taking flight 