Walking and exploring.
That's what I do to renew my spirit.
I take my two traveling companions along and off we go.
On top of the hills I can gaze at the large expanse of sky and see neighboring farms. The sun glinting off ponds and lakes and smell the dry grass left from last fall. On a large rock I find this survey marker.
Then I work my way down through the woods where squirrels are chasing each other about through the trees. I step on crunchy leaves and find an old car that was crashed and left behind years ago. Is that a bullet hole? I wonder what stories this old Ford would have to tell?
It's only March but just a few scarce spots of snow and ice are left and they are turning to water. Green grass's are beginning to pop up under the trees.
All is right with the world.