I went on a wonderful little ramble yesterday when we were all at Aunt Emma and Uncle Kevin's. The quietness and beauty of the woods was renewing to mind and body. The trail was wound down into a wooded ravine. The soft grasses felt good under bare feet. Dark dragonflies flitted past and birds sang from the trees. At the bottom of the hill ran a creek, quietly slipping down to meet others of its kind. At one point there was a little waterfall where the creek ran over a small ledge of rocks and twigs...gurgling and splashing. I love that sound. I could have stayed there for hours.