You know one thing I miss so much since moving to Ohio? Peepers. The other day I was sitting here crocheting and listening to a recorded track of peepers. Someday I shall be back in the land of singing frogs... I am from the east coast and grew up with them...
Looks like you love nature, love this forest pic of you, my aim is to live in the forest when my kids r grown, I think you would love our mossy NZ forests, there r little huts made for trampers that you could stay in for months, the birds land on your feet, there r many tiny streams that winde through the roots of ancient giant Black Beech trees that have this sooty black moss covering their trunksthat has honeydew droplets coming of hair like structures amongst the black moss. When the rains have come the earth smells so sweet and the leaves of the trees and pungas take on a silver hue with mist a foot thick over the ground. Every now and again you will see an electric blue toadstil amongst lichen so rich in red and orange colours, it is in those places I hear the soulful call of the bell bird and have fantail land at my feet teasing me on and demanding me to play
You know one thing I miss so much since moving to Ohio? Peepers. The other day I was sitting here crocheting and listening to a recorded track of peepers. Someday I shall be back in the land of singing frogs... I am from the east coast and grew up with them...
This is beautiful. The dreads, the scenery, completely in touch with nature. Llovely picture.
Looks like you love nature, love this forest pic of you, my aim is to live in the forest when my kids r grown, I think you would love our mossy NZ forests, there r little huts made for trampers that you could stay in for months, the birds land on your feet, there r many tiny streams that winde through the roots of ancient giant Black Beech trees that have this sooty black moss covering their trunksthat has honeydew droplets coming of hair like structures amongst the black moss. When the rains have come the earth smells so sweet and the leaves of the trees and pungas take on a silver hue with mist a foot thick over the ground. Every now and again you will see an electric blue toadstil amongst lichen so rich in red and orange colours, it is in those places I hear the soulful call of the bell bird and have fantail land at my feet teasing me on and demanding me to play
aw lil toad? aint he cute playing dead like is this human gunna put me down now? hehe aw