We took a rest, the two of us. Suddenly Toby sensed something in the air. I just wonder what it was that he caught with his sensistive nose and what he thought. In these instances I realise that we are almost in two worlds, the world of the eye and the world of the nose. But even so,we share the joy of being there together.
I love the colour of this violet. It is so small that it’s easy to just pass it. But it makes such a beautiful contrast to the white flowers in the forest, so when I encounter with this violet, I stop for a moment to look at it in all its freshness.
A sunny Sunday, the decision was easy to take a run and make a pause by the lake. It is lovely to sit by the shore with no one near, just Toby and me, and the lake. We both went into the water, Toby swam and I walked up to the height of my knees. It was lovely to just sit there in peace on the bank, contemplating the beauty of the sky and river, and the light green leaves of the trees by the lake and watch Toby’s delight in the water.
There is something wondrous about spring rain. It is as if the plants delight in breathing the water vapour, drinking water with their leaves. The air is saturated by uncountable odours. These days I love to take a run in the forest. In there the smell of wet moss dominates together with the soft aroma of sap rising in the birches.
I started my walk today with just the intention of having a little longer ordninary walk. As I was just on my way to take the first steps I turned around and for just some seconds I beheld the sun setting in gold and rosy colours, reflecting the warm colours in the little pond in front of me. Some seconds of beauty and then all was gray and pale pink again. It was lovely to catch sight of it, even just for some seconds.
The stars kept us company the last half hour of our walk. Almost home, I walked along our little lake. Suddenly I heard a hollow tone, the lake was singing. It is wondrous to hear the muffled sounds echoing through the ice, so unlike any other, calling here and there, never knowing from where the next sound will come.
I was out running with Toby. The weather was uncertain, but we took the chance and left for the woods and soft roads. We were running uphill into the forrest when the sun suddenly shone through the trees.
Together, the damp air and the beams made a beautiful display in front of me. And there stood Toby in the middle of all the light, waiting for me to catch up, a perfect part of the beauty that surrounded him, but unaware of it. I hesitated, stopped for a moment and gazed. Sometimes it feels that you have finally stepped on the right spot and entered into a fairytale.
The snow comes and goes, and with it the reflection of the sun on the ground. One never really knows how the walk will turn out, as this walk with Toby. We had been waking for one and a half hour then suddenly the sun found its way through the clouds and we are standing there bathed in winter evening light. I appreciate these gems of moments very much. I think it is because I am not in control, and thus can receive it as a gift.
I took a walk in the forest one day and came upon a fire in the woods without any people around it. It rendered an almost faërie tale atmosphere to the situation, as if I had come upon a secret meeting among faëries. The firewood was red and inviting and at the same time I felt like an intruder. I passed it and followed my path to the little farm in the middle of the forest, standing close to a small river with an old broken water mill, dreaming undisturbed dreams to the music of streaming water under a thick layer of ice.
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From Where I Stand...
Wandering on trails and places around the coast of Wales
Wonderer of Nature 