I do not see how one could live life without truly being in love with nature. To me, no artist, no poet, no writer could ever paint, create, or compose something as beautiful or perfectly imperfect or timeless as a flower in bloom or a soft rock on the waters or the deep red of clay mud. Noticing the changing of seasons is most exciting. I believe that our lives, our cycles, truly reflect the process of seasons. It is all so connected, so intertwined. I feel most at peace in nature. A short hike, skipping stones, collecting changing-colored leaves; I always feel content.
It was very cold, rainy, & misty. But- oh so beautiful.
We found many treasures- an old bridge down a dirt road with orchards in bloom, a piece of driftwood discovered by the kids to look like an eel!, a small path leading to the water, smiling faces & cold feet, a small skeleton still intact, & the familiar browns & tans from winter.
I have many more photos to share with you. I hope you don’t mind…
love,
Natalie