I took my first Birthday Walk last year, a long meandering journey through the back roads near my house. To be honest, it was more of a Birthday Escape than a Birthday Walk; I was feeling tired, overwhelmed, and unwilling to speak to anyone.
But nobody could have remained cranky when brightly clad trees were waving so cheerily and placid grazing cows were exuding serenity. By the time I came home, I was calm and ready to be a birthday girl.
So I did it again this year–fortunately, as a walk rather than an escape–and the countryside didn’t disappoint. I felt like I was walking through a memory of childhood; the day was too tranquil and luminous to feel quite real. Here are a few of the highlights:
The journey was lovely, but so was the return. When I came home, I found some of my dearest friends and a gluten-free cake baked by my loving husband, who had arranged this little surprise party for me. To be honest, the element of surprise had been considerably undermined by Sage’s earnest but ineffective attempts at secrecy, but that didn’t matter: It was the perfect end to a perfect journey.