Through out the whole day at the office I was longing for a good ol’
walk, alas rain which started at lunch did not want to give up. While a
warm cascade of summertime rain might be fun at times, and good rain
boots combined with a cheery umbrella might add to the fun, this rain
was of a much nastier temperament – cold, slow, and boring to the very
bone. Thankfully it stopped at last, and I sprang into action at once.
Since my friend who often joins me on such walks decided to pass on this
one, I ventured on my own, bravely treading through some sloppy wet
ground, hiking some forest paths and hitting a nowadays mostly unused
due to some road constructions tarmac road. Then I came to this meadow…
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| to be or not to be |
On the other side of it there is a stream with a stone crossing. After a
moment of hesitation and weighing pros and cons of crossing this lovely
yet very VERY wet meadow, I opted to get my legs wet a bit. While where
I’ve entered the meadow its grass was low and only came to my ankles,
as I went further the grass grew higher and seemingly wetter. To be or
not to be, I asked myself, and deciding it could not be any worse I
continued soon to find myself almost literary swimming through the wet
meadow. I’d say meadow swimming is quite fun, though a little bit warmer
dew would’ve made the experience even more pleasant. Anyways, in the
end I reach the stream, only to find that its usually shallow waters has
risen a bit and some of the stones in the crossing are now under water.
Plunging into a stream murky with all this excess rain water wasn’t
very tempting, but it was either two steps of faith or going back the
way I came. Uh-huh, one swim through the meadow is quite a limit for a
day. So ahead I went into the stream.
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| one can usually cross the stream with dry feet. Not this time |
Wet feet and clingy wet capri pants aren’t the most pleasant pf
experience on a day with temperatures only as high as 17 C, but a good
adventure and a gulp of some fresh air after a tiresome day at work was
so refreshing :)
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| wet yet almost shinny clean toes :D |
Taking care not to step on any of the many snails which crawl from some hidey holes after each rain I proceeded homeward bound.
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| Through the forest once more lay my path |
On my way I noticed this rather strange painting on a pine’s trunk:
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Aliens go this way.
I hope humans are also allowed to take this road. Anyway at least I did  |
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| Do I look like an alien? I sure hope I do C: Otherwise what's the point in taking an upside down pic ;) |
I used to live on the edge of the forest. Still do, only nowadays the
forest has shrunk a bit and its edge had to give way for a new road.
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| And finally a home stretch – a road to be |
