she knows the trail by heart,, her favorite walking stick is in her firm grip, walking looking smelling the familiar scents of the woods,sees a snake hole,  better walk around it you never no, they get hungry this time of year,,the walk is peaceful, she hears a twig snap,better becareful bears are comeing out of hibernation, they get mean and hungry,, she keeps looking behind her someone is back there, ok dont panic, heart is beating realy fast,, she has her handy walking stick her brother had widdled from a single piece of peachwood from grandmas old tree, she continues her journey through the woods, looking behind her  as she hears another sound   a dear, no its too hot,, she turns  and   he grabs her, no she runs as fast as her legs can carry her,, hes comeing fast behind,, oh her legs are getting weeker, she swings her stick, he grabs it from her and pulls her in to him, they are in a meadow, she fites him,, they both laugh  and gentle make love in the tall grass near the river,,,,,the sounds the smells of the earth comeing alive,,,,she looks at her watch, tells him  see ya next month,, ok,   peace