Jean Zimmerman

Tag: summer

  • Late summer privacy.

    I see no one on my walk to Lyndhurst, not a soul. My only company, late-season thistles along the path. A weathered sign by the open-air entrance to the old estate tells the story of my day in a word. Private. The Old Croton Aqueduct trail runs right through the grounds. Apparently the first owner…

  • When I said my favorite color was brown

    one time, everybody laughed. In writing class, teachers use a prompt to get everybody’s creative juices flowing. I hiked the Old Croton Aqueduct trail today, using brown as a prompt. The familiar sandy light brown soil. Hadn’t been here for a while. The sound of the mid-afternoon breeze rustling the leaves, late summer insects’ buzz.…

  • What is luck?

    You make your own, yada yada. Had a friend who always said we were so lucky. Why? Dunno, just are. It’s our luck to find a dino and a rocking horse hanging out together while we’re first embarking on our trip cross country.  Maud says, Luck is being afforded an opportunity not of your own making. Also, health and…