We have a great many walks out into the countryside straight from our front door. I have to confess that my favourite is through the woods, following the bridlepaths, avoiding the mud, listening to birds, admiring the trees.
Today, I happened to look down as I waited for Brin the Boxer to stop sniffing a log, and noticed a delicate clump of snow drops, nestling amongst the leaves, next to the fallen tree. Those simple little white flowers made me stop for a moment, and smile to myself.
Of course, Brin almost walked straight over them but a well timed treat stopped him before he squashed them under his large Boxer paws.
I use the time in the woods as my thinking space, often lost in my own little world of tree tops, but for the next few weeks, I'm going to be paying more attention to world at my feet, too.