Sunday morning's rainy ramble (or twittening) was thoroughly satisfying, a long slow soaking wet pottering along the winding shaded trails which meander through the Two Hundred Acre Wood.
A fine light mist lay over everything yesterday, and the journey through the trees was cool, green and refreshing — a wonderful balm for body and spirit. The air was filled with music, with the songs of tanagers and grosbeaks somewhere high above me in the canopy, and the resonant patter of rain falling on new leaves. It was like being in a rainforest, one which is just beginning to awaken after a long nourishing sleep.
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Sounds refreshing and looks like one of my favourite kinds of paths.
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