We are still in winter, this much I know despite the light beginning to whisper me otherwise. For I find myself still nombril-gazing, shuffling, wearing that strange perfume, a miasma of this year and that. So I go out searching, scratching the surfaces. Looking for the colors of the past that will stick to the soles of my shoes this spring and those which will fade with my tread as I keep on walking, quietly, for it is that time of year.
The photos are beautiful.
Lovely post Heather…and photos. In Hyeres with mimosa blooming in the region…delightful.
It is, Loree. I can sense it but not see it. Both Remi and I are taking note of the changes of the light daily.
Bisous to you in Malte!
Oh Shelley, thank you so much! As I see this is not quite one of my more popular posts, I do appreciate to know that, like you, there are folks who like what they see and see what they like!
I can not believe that I didn't notice the row of belly buttons!! And I know that word because…it is French! 🙂 But so much better than belly-gazing (!!).
Ahh, about those boots, sadly they were last season and this will kill you: I bought them for $10 on sale at the Gap during a visit to the States. They are lined in a thin shearling but are tough, durable–I knew well enough not to wear any good stuff to visit the shelter and sure enough my back, my feet, my legs were covered with paw prints…
Happy trails to you too, Miss…
Spring is stirring, Heather. I can feel it. Scratch some more and, before you know it, the world will burst into light and colour.
OK, I now know a new word… I feel better too that you take some of those photos not everyone might appreciate, because in the right mood and the right place, I take pictures of things others don't seem to care to notice.
I had to consult the dictionary — nombril seems like such an SAT word. How did I not already know it? You have given us much to gaze at here. I am always caught up by your photos of the details: the textures and the colors. That last photo is a little row of said nombrils.
And speaking of details and the soles of your feet, I have to confess that I have been admiring the low-heeled black boots you were wearing in your first post about Kipling.
Happy trails to you and the dogs this week!
Jackie, I was giving a not so subtle hint (although kindly delivered) that not everyone is as dog crazy as we are and to not only talk about Kipling–which I understand. It is just a bit of a challenge as we are still not getting out and about as much while he is healing. So it is up to me to use my noggin'!
Have a great week…
xo,
H
Heather, what a creative approach to this post. You've got me thinking that I need to scratch the surface more often when out exploring. (I am laughing though as I thought this would be a post about Kipling's healing process!) Have a great week. J. xo