Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
There are some paths that are just old friends. You don't walk them. They walk you.
I don't know how many times I've walked Pleasant Street in Wompatuck State Park in Hingham, and I don't care to know. I've been walking it since I was in my teens, and I'll probably walk it for another forty years.
It's a straight shot, from the outside world to the heart of the park. There's a little stream that runs under the road, and small, dense concentrations of pine trees that harbor odd little birds like worm-eating warblers. There used to be a star bird here. I'll be able to look back on this brief little period in my walking life on Pleasant Street and say "Forty years ago, for five years, a hooded warbler used to sing from that tree right there!"
Despite the wind and the clouds and the mist, the birds are singing up a storm. And well they should be. It's May (the 10th) and they've all just returned in migration. Whether or not they've reached their mating grounds, they've got to sing. Mates must be attracted. Nests must be built. The next generation must hatch.
Yup, I can do this for another forty years.