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Today Jack and I walked an unfamiliar trail that wends along the Thames River and the place was positively mad with life. Wild flowers crowd the path and the plants and trees are huge and grow all jumbled together. Wild iris grows with forget-me-nots and buttercups and the Queen Anne’s lace is taller than me. And it wasn’t just a feast for the eyes. The air was warm and sunlight filtered in and out through the trees. We were surrounded by birdsong and the thrum of insects. I let the wild grasses tickle my hands and plucked a few tender shoots to nibble on as we walked. A light breeze carried the fresh scent of water and the deeper scent of earth. My senses were sated. This is the landscape where I spent hours wandering alone as a child and today its familiarity connected me to that forgotten part of myself. It felt special to share it with Jack and I’m pretty sure we’ll be coming here more often.
That looks enchanted.
And enchanting. I love cow parsley as I’d call it, as with you Voager it reminds me of some very good times in my childhood off exploring with friends.
Oops Voyager, sorry.
This one. Enchanted? Definitely. I feel like this is the one that leads to that fantastic surreal canola landscape. At least in my mapping of your wanderings, I’ve created a magical new country. This is beautiful.
There is also possibly a fairy cottage just out of view.
Another wonderful path I’d love to wander down, you always make every trail look so magical!
So much life and an arched bridge. It is magic.