This weekend did include several outings of showing homes to some relocating and first time buyers, and a whole lot of college basketball games (my brackets full of fairly random picks are actually doing pretty well competing with my husband's picks - which really bugs him!). But around the edges of those activities, I took one of those really relaxing walks outside and enjoyed the soothing calm at the pond up the trail from our house.
This pond is a favorite destination of my granddaughter when she is over visiting, and we trekked up the trail with Addy pushing her doll in a doll stroller, me holding the dog on her leash, equipped with my back pack with cell phone, camera, and some snacks for the halfway point in our walk.
Oh - and a couple of pieces of bread to feed to the ducks if we could lure them over toward shore to eat. This always ends up being a comedy of granddaughter pitching in bread pieces which land a couple of inches into the water, followed by dog thinking that maybe that bread looks tasty and trying to pull me down the bank so she can reach them. And the ducks are swimming in graceful zigzag patterns, closer and closer, but mindful of the dog. They never actually get brave enough to come eat the bread crumbs until we pack up to head back, but that's OK too.
The fresh air, the smooth water reflecting the trees and the gliding ducks combine to make this a relaxing break that re-energizes me for the next rounds of real estate and the hectic pace of the world. And hey - I didn't get pulled into the pond head first by the dog (and yes, she got a couple of bread bites too).