The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.

A hot summerday...the first this year...so we dropped everything and went for a walk...making a trail in the summer grass...

Art-Country footpath-August Renoir.
Please click for a better view...:)


Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

And that is what most of us leave in our lives, a TRAIL. Many of us never make it to a designated PLACE, but the trail we do leave is just as important, isn't it dearest? To see how deep we dug our heels, to see which direction we took, to see if the foot prints stopped or continued...indeed, the footprints do tell a story.....Nita

Mapi said...

Prachtig schilderij, je voelt de warmte !
Filmpje ook goed .....
Muziek zomers !

Liefs en warmte

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Mijn lieve vriendin,

GOEDE MORGEN...I just saw your dear comment and to this day, when I see your comment come in, my heart just sings. You know that I feel the same about you....I am always telling Ruben about your adventures on the hilltop and how enchanted I am by your choices for your blog. That little film from yesterday had me in tears...I emailed Irina to watch it and she too reacted in the same way I did. YOU ARE THE POETRY WOMAN and you make things ALRIGHT.

Have a PERFECT DAY my dearest Dutchess....Nita