It’s been a tad busy the past few weeks – all the usual plus house guests and a whole bunch more, so I really enjoyed this morning’s dog walk.
It’s finally got warm so there are parts of the forest which hiss with the noise of ants moving through the leaf litter on the floor. In the past I’ve tried to capture the noise on my phone, but the dog crashes through the undergrowth and makes it impossible. Besides, the longer you stay still the more chance there is of taking a new friend home with you and having the red bites to show for it.
Further on there was a stand of silver birches – not quite trees but a little more than saplings. They’ve grown close together, so the only way through is to follow the narrow path. The temptation is to look down all the time to avoid tripping on tree roots or the occasional fallen branch but this morning I had to look up. After comparative silence there was a sudden rush of sound as the tops of the tree canopy caught a breeze and started swaying in the wind.There’s still loads more chores to do, but I’m glad I could walk the dog.
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I love the way you described this walk, Laura. It was nearly a tangible experience from my side of the screen. But most enjoyable was the way you described the soundscape. That, I’d have to say, is truly one of the most joyful gifts one can get–surely as valuable as the visual prizes one gets on a glorious walk through the forest. I can almost hear and feel the breeze from here.
Cheers
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Wow, what a great response to a bit of a throwaway post, thank you so much. At the time I was very aware I hadn’t written anything for a while and this seemed a no-brainer way back into the habit. Maybe I should write some more like this. 😉
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