First walk to the Franciscans
The nature oblivious to the Coronavirus horrors is waking up from its winter’s sleep.
I enjoyed nature’s gifts during my first walk to the The Franciscan Life Process Center: daffodils getting ready to burst open, birds singing and frogs croaking in the swamp off the gravel road.
Just under two miles, the walk covers a variety of terrain and vegetation enhanced by the beautiful landscape at the Franciscan campus outside of Lowell.
The ornamental grasses were neatly trimmed and the colors of the meadow were changing from yellowish to green. I walked past the vacant parking lot to the St. Mary’s Rosary Walk.
On normal days, the center is busy with arts and music programming. People from far and near enjoy the Franciscans’ offerings: everything from painting au plain air, music instruction, community gardening, trails to retreats in the yurts.
The gardening team is usually busy with their landscaping tasks.
But today it was quiet as the silence pierced my ears and only an occasional robin broke the spell.
I spent some quiet time on St. Mary’s Plazza as one of the sisters, who was walking her mutt Pico, greeted me.
“What a beautiful day,” she said.
“Yes, it’s gorgeous.”
At that moment I realized how fortunate we were to enjoy the beautiful Friday afternoon far away from the nation’s Coronavirus hot spots.
“What is your name?” the sister asked.
“I am Emma,” I answered. “And yours?”
“I am sister Mary Paula,” she said.
There has never been a need for social distancing outside the buildings at the center surrounded by open space.
When I got home, my husband Ludek was cleaning up around the outdoors furnace after a long winter.
“Let’s go somewhere, it’s Friday afternoon,” I said.
“There’s nowhere to go,” he said.
There is still nature left and its bountiful gifts for us to enjoy in the times of the Coronavirus.
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