Sunday Walk

This morning I walked and I was humbled by the beauty of God’s Creation. I looked down and saw frost glistening like diamonds on the grass and then my attention drifted to the birds hopping from branch to branch in the trees.

By my side was my wonderful husband and ahead my mad dog sniffing out the perfect stick. The sun low in the sky silhouetted the branches of trees now bare of leaves giving way to the majestic Holly bushes. Robins and blackbirds hopefully flitting from prickle to prickle in the hope of an autumn feast. Then we reached the glade opening up like a theatre, it’s backdrop a December pastel sky of indigo, greys and blues streaked with varying shades of scrumptious orange. A raven called in the distance, the sound echoed across the frosty meadow. The cows seemed unaware, tranquil and satisfied with their recently melted and luscious breakfast of dewy grass.

The scene changed again as we passed through a gate and stepped upon a boardwalk. The wooden path twisting it’s way through mosses and heather, flanked by the odd sharp gorse softened by a dappling of golden flowers braving the brisk air in defiance of the long lost balmy days of summer. I lift my eyes to be greeted by sculpted spruce gathering to congregate on the horizon. A buzzard disturbed by our clatter, following them into the comfort of the sleepy forest.

My heart melted at the wonder of it all, the beauty and magnificence of a world created just for us. I thanked God with all my heart for the privilege of being part of his wonderful creation!