What time? After dinner walk time, of course. I’m telling you, I’ve been looking forward to it all year: that time of year when you just put your shoes on after dinner, grab your camera (and kid) and go for a stroll in a park that’s bathed in the golden rays of the setting sun. Really picturesque, I know, but it sure makes me wonder when it was that I became this bourgeois? Not that it’s a bad thing, don’t get me wrong, but I guess the winter’s been long and cold.
Don’t worry… I only need a few hours of Amsterdam/Rotterdam nightlife one of these days and I’ll be fine. It’s all about balancing things!
Hatching season, all those birds are shacked up in their little love nests so mowing the grass would constitute something of a massacre. I can only say the tall grass sure makes for real pretty pictures.
Check out how big my little man is getting. This is the same fence I took photos of him last year. He looks so much more mature to me now. Where did the time go?
It was getting late but we did walk across one of the big fields in the park, mainly because I love it there. I have a tendency to hum Sting’s ‘Fields of gold’, when I walk here. Just be glad it’s humming and not singing. I couldn’t sing a song of my life depended on it.
“Mom, can I take the yellow path?”, he asked me. For the life of me, I had no idea what he meant by that and then I saw it. I’m still amazed how perceptive kids are to the world around them. Do you see it?
And then we headed home.
And ran into this. Not sure if it saddens or angers me. In the Netherlands we get our advertisement folders delivered to our mailbox, if we want to that is. This was probably some punk boy or girl who took on a vacation job delivering those folders and not being in the mood to actually work. So they just dumped tons of paperwork into the ditch and bushes cluttering the place.
People and nature just don’t match. Why on earth would anyone do this? It sucks.