Wednesday, 8 June 2011
Strolling the River
I thought I would take a break from the rainy night and drawing out crowds of grotesques and flowered borders. I thought I might drink some tea and paste up pictures of a tea drinking spot by the river where we propped ourselves on some rocks, our feet just above the water and drowned leaves.
We walked out of the city and through a wood, until we found horses to picnic with and hills to run sliding down in the wrong shoes, since we weren't expecting to walk so far when we set out. We found a trapeze artist's bridge across the river and a narrow path to wind through grass and flowers on.
A heron swooped past, going up river.
Further on, anise-scented forests grew. Purple flower blankets were spread out over the soil, and white blossoms stood waist-high. Being lost in a green place on a sunny afternoon is a great pleasure, and must be relished.
Especially when there are the sweetest smelling wild roses to be found and strange faces peek out of the undergrowth.
I am continually charmed by this city where one can stroll a little too long and find cows or dolphins, depending on the way one points their feet. I treasure that.