The Ever Lovely Mrs J and I have been catching up on our longer walks. Given our dear old boy dog has passed on, it seems his partner in crime, girl dog – and the recently acquired new boy dog – have decided that all walks will now be done at a brisk pace. After the last few months of gentle strolls, I’m not quite managing to keep up. What a duffer eh? 🙂 Perhaps it’s a good thing we have to slow down. I’m not sure that others in the woods would enjoy a ground level sonic boom as the hounds accelerate to sub light speed…. 😁
In reality, the pace starts quickly, but as the hounds pick up on the scent of other creatures, we slow, so they can take in the smells. The pause means we can take in the sights.
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeksJohn Muir
A number of local parks and council run areas have started on temporary rewilding projects where formerly well mown expanses are now lush meadows. Flowers that I’ve not seen since being a kid in the sticks pepper the high grass and there seems more birds and bees too. It’s also a joy to walk through the small lanes cut through the grass. Not just a variety of routes, but a chance to be in the meadow.
As the heat of summer recedes, the rains come and autumn fruits begin to appear. That leads me to another treat: picking blackberries. Perhaps in the focusing on the task, getting free food, and being in the moment, all of that mix make this a favourite of mine. It’s funny that I’m a little more careful about getting scratched by the thorns these days. Maybe it’s a blend of not wanting the pain or indeed the red marks while wearing a nice top. Oh the vanity! 😉 Still, once picked, said berries can be baked with apples and shared. ❤️
Hello, Autumn, you beautiful creature. I have missed you.