A Woodland Walk, in Spring
Sounds of children greeted us, held back behind iron gates laughter carousing on the air, taunting, haunting. And I was back at school. And then the wood, suddenly cool opening up, spaciously, before us; stepping into silence into the perfect greens of leaves and the paling of blue bells, once sapphire; colour carpet astonished the eye vibrant hues of pinks and purples gently blowing, these delicate flowers, gently blowing in a tamed wind; then the perfume - smell of hawthorn, teasing, bitter-sweet, traces of lilac in the chestnut blooms, and the fragrance on the wind. And I was at peace. Through the mud in nice clean shoes not fit for this purpose – but how fit the hands of friendship reaching out – reaching out those hands of friendship. And I was safe.
I wrote A Woodland Walk twenty years ago following a walk with a U3A (University of the Third Age) group. It hadn’t been planned – hence my unsuitable footwear – and I was grateful for the help offered by fellow walkers when we came across a small stream.
The photographs were taken about ten years later during a walk in our local woods. My husband and I went there regularly, enjoying all weathers and all Seasons and often taking cameras to capture the ever-evolving beauty.
On this year’s Earth Day I wanted to share my personal pleasure in our magical earth in word and image.
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