Sunday, 25 May 2008

Woods behind Arondel, walking Moos with Mol (Saturday 24th)

The woods are so wet I feel I could pick them up and squeeze out water smelling of elderflower, crushed nettle, pine and wild carrot.

The dogs drink from the gravelly stream.

1 comment:

Bee said...

Your description makes me think of that favourite word "redolent."

So delicious; I love how wetness intensifies the fragrance of things.