I notice that those “slight rises” when I’m driving are “REAL HILLS” when I’m walking.
I notice the abundance of color in the flower beds along my walk, from blue heather to coral geraniums to yellow pansies, a riot of eye candy.
I notice that the rose trellis at the front door of one of the houses I pass is in full bloom this morning, its crisp red flowers bringing me joy today.
I notice that many people keep their garage doors open all day. I wonder why.
I notice the many “Congratulations, graduate!” in the front yards during my walk. I didn’t realize we had so many teens in our neighborhood.
I notice the chalk messages from the children: hearts, happy faces, stick figures holding hands, and my favorite–a red heart with the words “Sta posativ.”
I notice that the scent of the honeysuckle is fading on the back road where there are no sidewalks, reminding me that the month of May is making its exit.
I notice the variety of litter on the back road where there are no sidewalks, but I also notice that there is way less of it.
I notice that all of the dog walkers keep their dogs on a leash and are carrying pick up bags even along the back road where there are no sidewalks.
I notice that the drivers along that back road where there are no sidewalks drive slower than the speed limit.
I notice when I hit the mile mark of my walk, that I have shortened my time from 30 minutes to 26 minutes. I know. I know. But as someone who has just celebrated her 76th birthday, that makes me happy.
I notice that on a day when I thought I couldn’t write a slice, because I had nothing to say, taking a walk and noticing things along the way showed I was wrong.