The field at the beginning of the trail was a source of joy for the golden grand-dog. Off the lead, she ran, jumped and hopped around the field which we had never seen her do before.
While my husband and I walked the winding path through the field, Georgie managed to prance around its length.
Her joy was palpable. I understand the feeling.
When we entered the woods at the bottom of the field, the trial was covered in leaves. The sound of the crunching leaves made this walk different from most of our walks among the Bonshaw Hills.
We had never visited when the leaves were underfoot as they were this day. Snow keeps us off these trails and the snow is later than usual this year. The crunch and shuffling leaf sound as we walked was nature’s rhythm section come to life.
I thought I would miss the leaves from overhead but such was not the case. The sound underfoot was welcome but so was the leaf covered undergrowth, in all its rustic-coloured glory.
Interspersed with the ferns which are still thriving, the forest floor is enveloped in fallen beauty.
In several places, ground hemlock looked like its needles were diamonds, formed by the sun instead of the earth.
Along the trails, trunks of the trees were more noticeable now without the distraction of the leafed canopy.
Above, where leaves previously resided, now each twig has its chance in the sun. The white of the birch trees is always impressive!
We had a picnic in the park and watched as this unusual insect braved the 10 degree C temperature.
It too was lucky the snow has stayed away so long this year.
We walked again after lunch and as the sun dropped lower in the sky, the shapes of the tall giants around us took focus. Everything about trees is magnificent.
It was another day when nature gave me a sense of well being. It lifted my spirits and spoke to my soul. I know exactly how Georgie felt in that field!
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