A Walk in the Evening in Bond Head
By Belinda
It is ten days exactly since I shared photos from a Walk in the Evening in Alvechurch. Tonight, I was tidying up the kitchen after supper and getting ready to spend an hour doing housework, when Brenda popped upstairs and said, "D'you want to come for a walk Mum?" and then, seeing my torn look, "Oh, no, don't worry."
"No, no, I'm coming," I said, "I can do this when I get back. I need the exercise."
I put on my shoes and grabbed my camera even though the light was fading fast; Brenda grabbed Molson. We stepped out into a beautiful evening with the faintest of breezes sighing and rustling in the treetops although the leaves were barely moving. I thought of a windy walk on this past weekend when the treetops had sounded like an ocean storm with crashing, rushing breakers.
The sun turned these trees to burnished gold.
It's routine; Sidney sits on his lawn and Molson says "hello."
Long, straight streets. So spacious after the compact lawns and streets of Alvechurch.
My favourite picture of the evening. Peeking through the lighted window of a century home.
The house in the photo below used to be the Bond Head post office. I had a post office in my Alvechurch evening walk too.
Wow, Bond Head will be 175 years old next year, while 175 years ago, Alvechurch was about 1000 years old. :)
I just love summer porches with their temptingly empty rocking chairs, just waiting for someone to sit down in them with a good book!
We are on the home stretch here!
I find lighted windows irresistible.
An adventure with goldenrod, golden dog and a golden girl.
It is ten days exactly since I shared photos from a Walk in the Evening in Alvechurch. Tonight, I was tidying up the kitchen after supper and getting ready to spend an hour doing housework, when Brenda popped upstairs and said, "D'you want to come for a walk Mum?" and then, seeing my torn look, "Oh, no, don't worry."
"No, no, I'm coming," I said, "I can do this when I get back. I need the exercise."
I put on my shoes and grabbed my camera even though the light was fading fast; Brenda grabbed Molson. We stepped out into a beautiful evening with the faintest of breezes sighing and rustling in the treetops although the leaves were barely moving. I thought of a windy walk on this past weekend when the treetops had sounded like an ocean storm with crashing, rushing breakers.
The sun turned these trees to burnished gold.
It's routine; Sidney sits on his lawn and Molson says "hello."
Long, straight streets. So spacious after the compact lawns and streets of Alvechurch.
The house in the photo below used to be the Bond Head post office. I had a post office in my Alvechurch evening walk too.
We are on the home stretch here!
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