Among the many wonderful hidden things to be found on a slow childhood amble were shiny berries hiding under shady leaves... mushrooms in a tangle of dew-wet long grass at the foot of twisted, forgotten apple trees... glistening frogs quietly waiting among ripples by the riverbank... a freshwater pearl in among the stack of clam shells rinsed, pried open and eaten clean by last night's wandering raccoons... and a rambunctious family of kittens watched by their proud mama in the sweet green grass unexpectedly nest-like between cedars by the side of the road.
One of the things I like best, recalling days where things were found, was the freedom to amble, let thoughts follow along and feet take you wherever they might.
I was sure, one day, I would find something no-one had ever seen before. And today I did.
Great post! Well written accompaniment to an cool drawing!!!
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Deletewonderful, Aino!!
I love this post. Great job! Pretty art and wonderful words to spark many a happy memory :)
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ReplyDeleteThis I love very much. The secretive creature, the sensitive line-work, and the perfect frame--a little window through which we can watch without alarming the little guy
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