I enjoy the solitude--meandering along a narrow path, getting brushed atop my head by branches. Then through the mist I half-expect to catch faeries dancing on these purple blooms.
It hasn't happened yet, but my heart always leaps as I round the brick corner.
Thus far I've seen little yellow butterflies in pairs and this morning a fuzzy bumblebee was buzzing along.
Maybe it's a bit cliché, but I always take a few moments to pause and reflect. Then with all my hopeful thoughts, I continue on.
I've been in Georgia for one month today.