The damn dog didn’t want to go for a walk with me today. It was too hot or something and you can’t make Molly do anything she doesn’t want to do. I left her behind and went alone. I walked back again into the fields. Yesterday I went there with my friend Anne. We chatted and laughed all the way and probably scared away any wildlife. Today was different. I was quietly walking alone and things were definitely stirring in the undergrowth. Something very large…… a deer hopefully, maybe a coyote.
I enjoyed watching the numerous butterflies and damsel / dragon flies. They flitted about, landing on the chicory and queen anne’s lace.
I passed a large tree loaded with ripe fruit. I popped one into my mouth – delicious!! I’m not sure what is was. Any ideas?
It was hot. Walking along the laneway I was shaded and cooled by a bank of tall poplar trees. Their smell instantly transports me back to a time when I was a little girl, spending summers at the cottage. The smell of the poplar tree’s sappy, sticky buds is unmistakable. For me, it is similar to the smell of noxzema cream. – it is the smell of summer. I’m reminded of the cottage’s clothes line which was strung between two such trees. This is where my bathing suit dried. Spiders used to hide inside the fabric and you had to check carefully for any unwanted intruders before putting my bathing suit on. The poplar trees leaves russel like paper in the wind.
Funny how certain smells and sounds can take you back to such vivid memories. It is nice to walk alone and think.