|Irondequoit Bay outlet feeds into Lake Ontario. Irondequoit is the Seneca Indian word that means where the waters meet.|
Today the ducks joined me, but only for a short while. Mama duck was totally focused on teaching her offspring how to maneuver the series of billows made by the offshore breeze. I watched, with amusement, the little feathered puff balls bobbing up and down in the water, like small children on a roller coaster ride for the first time.
It felt so good to take a break from all the running around I do, and the sadness of Bear being gone, and just allowing myself time alone with the beauty of nature and all it has to offer. Believe it or not, I haven't even felt like going out to the barn; I didn't feel like dealing with anything or anyone this week. Horse pucky just wasn't in the cards, both metaphorically speaking and literally.
Time to myself made me realize how much I appreciate living in such a beautiful area. Today I really savored it. Thank you, God.