I went for a walk today down by the water to enjoy the greens and found a perfect spot. I always try to walk offside the common path to feel the untouched ground beneath my feet and climb around the rocks a little to immerse myself into mother nature, hopefully without taking too many risks. To my assistance I have the good memory of riding horseback in the woods growing up, climbing hills and plowing through snow and gravel with fierce determination. One with the horse, letting me become one with nature back then. But first, breathing by the water. And enjoying summer warmth and fresh slices of watermelon. I love the light as it starts to set, just as much as I love to make things grow.
The whispering people, trees are called in a Native American tradition. Bye for now!