As I headed out on my easy day walk/run this am. I was disappointed to notice that my flowers were gone. The roadside had been mowed. Only hearty thistle looking flowers survived. Nearly all of the delicate white flowers were gone. It was mostly greenish brown grasses, with all the white and purple gone. But then I looked closer. Along the edge were baby ferns. There intricate patterns were fascinating. I'm sure they were there all along. It is amazing what you don't see underneath the pretty and the obvious. It was easy to admire the flowers but more work to find the ferns. There is some type of deep thought in there.
Since I don't have an ipod or mp3 player, my walks/runs are spent praying, thinking, and singing hymns in my head. I guess that is another part of what I love about running. It motivates me to get up and spend time reflecting and talking to God.