Sex or nature?

[vaneramos]

A fabulous spring day yesterday. Sylvie (that's her pic) and I hiked from my place to the University of Guelph Arboretum and joined a spring nature walk. We ambled through the meadow and woods looking for signs of spring.

The naturalist interpreter, Laura, was a pretty, strapping young woman, friendly to both of us. But her particular interest in Sylvie intrigued me. Unfortunately it intrigued me more than Sylvie.

She discussed signs of spring. She showed us the microtine paths in the meadow which inspired the poem in my previous post.

We walked as far as Stone Road then crossed into the nature reserve, not normally open to the public. In the marsh we heard a wet, amphibious chorus: spring peepers, American toads and wood frogs all singing in their different ranges. We scanned the edge of the water for masses of salamander eggs but found nothing.

I felt exhausted by the time we got home, but not sore. It was my first long walk, probably five kilometres, since September, before my medical ordeal began. This morning I woke with a cramped muscle in my thigh.

I can't think of any way I would rather spend an April afternoon. Did I say that? Is nature really better than sex? I guess it depends on how good the weather is, and how good the sex. Of course combining the two would be even better. If you feel the same way, bears, I'd be pleased to hear from you. My libido is at a low ebb. I wouldn't mind setting a fire in that field at night.

Sylvie and I plan to join the nature walk again next Sunday, weather permitting.

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At right is my most recent picture. Please forgive the neon shorts. It's the only pair that fits comfortably over my bandage. For the past six months I have practically lived in a single pair of overalls, which are much more sexy, but too hot for these nice spring afternoons.

Comments

[phyrehawk.livejournal.com]

What kind of surgery did you have? Mine was full blown appendectomy...
Nothing like having your gut torn from one side to the other, and then being told to walk 3 hours later. YEAH!

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

I had a ruptured colon on October 29 and had to receive a temporary colostomy (large intestine emptied into a bag attached to my belly) to give everything time to heal. On March 25 I had the colostomy reversed (it was removed) and my guts were reassembled. I'm missing about eight inches of large intestine, but it won't affect my life much once the incision is healed.

They like to get you walking as soon as possible. I wasn't on my feet within 3 hours, but probably within 24. My memory is poor because I was on morphine for severals days. I was in hospital for a week both times.