There is something intoxicating about a spring time walk in the woods.
The air smells so fresh and green and earthy.
It's even better right after a rain.
... 'cept for the blackflies that magically appear at this time of year.
My walks are less like walks and more like rambles.
I poke along, frequently stooping down to get a bug's eye view of life closer to the ground.
There is so much to see. Little worlds at my feet.
I take loads of photos, as if I could capture not just the image but the wonderous feeling.
There is such an amazing variety of species.
When I look at trees I know maples from elms and birch and so on. When I look at moss I can see all the varieties but ache to learn their names and a little bit about each one.
My chum, Amy-Lynn, has a marvellous Nova Scotia nature blog called Flandrum Hill. http://flandrumhill.wordpress.com/
Amy-Lynn looks at things in nature and understands the why and how.
I look at nature and go "Duh and WOW".