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fall walkin'


Lair o' the Bear.
A day showered in gold, serenaded by the dance of leaves under foot and the song of water rushing over rock.  Have I mentioned lately that I ADORE hiking/walking/meandering/wandering in nature.  It is a haven from the busy thinking me, who plagues my days with constant doings.
 
 Owen found several promising sticks for wand making.
Bodhi discovered vanilla scented sap from a beloved, beetle infested evergreen.
 We oohed and ahhed over natures splendor, bedecked in ravishing, breathtaking glory.
 Bodhi climbed rocks..
 and trees.
The boys actually got along famously!
 And both boys spent many excited hours collecting fairy house supplies (Note: this is a fabulous way to keep young hikers motivated.  I milked 2 miles out of them at a solid pace, without them noticing...well plus several snacks to keep them moving.)

It was, yet another, fabulous day in my favorite hideout...NATURE.

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Wind said…
Mine too! Cedar and I recently went on a date to the hills. We sat for an hour making a fairie house, a cake for Master's birthday and a fire pit filled with pine cones. Glorious moments of perfect peace. Wish we were together to play in the woods, or skinny dip, or howl at the moon.
October 28, 2010 at 10:40 PM
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