Thanks for popping in. Just on my way out to the woods with a bag, to go a-gathering blackberries fpr pudding tonight.
There are loads this year! Yesterday we went walking early in the morning after a downpour, so they were even washed for us!
One for pudding, one for me. One for pudding, one for me. I do love blackberries, don‘t you?
Just feast your eyes on this wonderful snapshot of nature. Heather, fern – even breakfast.
I noticed as we were walking, it was actually quite loud! So we soaked up the morning symphony of sound in the woods as we went too. The breeze in the trees, the bees, the birds. No humans anywhere. Just us and the woodland residents. When you stop and actually listen, there’s almost a soundscape, a complex orchestration of buzzing and humming and whirring and twittering and chittering. Amazing.
Dave said something very interesting too. While I was popping blackberries like Smarties along the path and enjoying the solitude..
Dave talked about how walking in the woods rightsized things for him, made him see himself and his role in the world much more clearly. Far away from the madding crowd, and in that ancient woodland, you realise your tininess, and you get a real sense of TIME, of deep time. Folks have walked those old byways and trails for hundreds of years; we’re just here for a short while.
There was a tree harvest along the trail.
“How long do you thing those trees have been growing, to get to this size?” I asked Farmer Dave.
“25 years to 30 years” came the reply. That’s half my life thus far. He also added that this was probably a necessary thinning out, so that other trees can grow and reach for the light.
Time to go a-gathering!
Love and hugs