A Sunday walk:
A Sunday morning walk with beautiful cloudy light – soft, hazy and luminous. There was mist hanging over the mountains in the distance, raindrops still on the grass. Everything was quiet and still in the way things always are on a Sunday. I find it gets harder as I get older to spend my time doing what I really want to be doing – which usually is not much. Nothing productive anyway. Something leisurely and pleasant, something done purely for the sake of enjoyment. So it is my ritual, my practice, to spend my Sundays doing just that. A long walk, a late breakfast, a lazy afternoon reading in the hammock or listening to the radio over a cup of tea. The most satisfyingly spent hours of the week.
Beautiful pictures on a Sunday morning!
lovely
I enjoyed this post, know what you mean.
Ooh…makes me so homesick for Waitsfield.
Beautiful blog, I have you bookmarked to visit again. My summer also feels dreamy, the garden is my compass really.
i have the same problem but i like your sunday solution. i’m happy we’ll be spending next sunday together. xo
Me too, it will be another lovely Sunday I am sure
Umm lazy Sundays are the best aren’t they. The still point that the rest of the week speeds around. Your walk looks very magical, I can almost imagine I am there alongside you.
xx
And I you. I still think of our twilight walk in June with the fireflies glowing like fairies.
Agreed! There is something childlike about going for a walk with camera in hand…almost like walking around with a bug catcher, but catching light instead of butterflies! Vermont looks beautiful.
Catching light instead of butterflies – what a beautiful thought!