Other times, we head on down the road, over the bridge and along a path that runs by the creek. There, we've recently seen salmon spawning. As we walk the partially forested path, I fill my hoodie pockets with blackberries that I will later feed to our chickens upon our return home.
But first, we head all the way out to the strait, where we breathe deeply of the sea air, climb over the rocks along the water and then sit on a big bolder to watch the waves roll in. My daughter explores in the rocks to see what she can find. Sometimes it's black crabs underneath the rocks. We look further out to see if we can spot any seals.
It's amazing how much the wide open spaces in the country soothes the soul. I didn't realize how accustomed I had already become to the countryside, until we had to head back into the city last weekend, and I was shocked by how crowded and busy it seems there now. I was immune to that before. I found myself cringing as I noticed with fresh eyes that there were cars, trucks, boats and trailers parked in front of most of the homes along our old neighborhood streets, making everything look so crowded and cluttered. Traffic was noisy and everyone is so pushy. I guess I'm moving at a slower pace now.
Returning to our new home this week, I breathe deeply of the fresh country air and relax.