Isle of Mull, Scotland, taken on June 14, 2015
It is interesting to look at what’s beneath your feet from a different perspective, as sometimes we don’t pay much attention to the road we walk. That was exactly what I did on the Isle of Mull, near Duart Castle. Tired after a long hike, I lay down on the grass, the very ground that I had stepped on as I arrived at this place. From this point of view, the mountains in a distance looked so small and insignificant, yet I knew not to be fooled! How many more steps would it take to get to the other side of the waters? I wondered…!
I sat on the ledge beside the trail by the tram stop to get away from the sun and noticed a sole dandelion on the grass field. It looked rather frail and delicate and unable to withstand any wind.
“The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.” –Henry Miller (Same goes to this lonely little flower, waving in the cold wind, enduring the first snow of this late winter season…)
Frost appeared on the grass in front of IECB this morning on my to work. Still no snow in Bordeaux this winter, and this may be the closest we get to it…unless like last year, the snow arrives later than usual.