Nature's child
Deep inside, I am such a country girl. It is amazing, how much happier I feel, when there is some green around. And it is even better, when it is wild and beautiful. Sometimes parks just won't do.
Björk – All Is Full of Love
All is full of love - even though it's cheesy.
Labels: Glendaloch, happiness, nature
posted by Annika Stennert at 3:50 pm
1 Comments:
You’ve been bluebell-stalking too! And what a beautiful curly fern, all wound around itself. Are they real shamrocks? I want to lay some of the bottle-brush green carpet around the pond at home!
One of the things I love about visiting different places is finding the plants that are ‘ordinary’ there, but unusual compared to those at home.
Birds too. They always seem to say so much about a place. In Hove there were a couple of huge herring gulls striding up and down the pavement yesterday morning. I suppose they were just doing what pigeons do in London, but they looked like people, keeping an officious eye on the neighbourhood - pecking disdainfully at the rubbish on the road: who left that there?
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