It felt like an absolute necessity. To get away from the small urban circuit that for the last 4 months or more, we'd been hoofing, strollering and biking. Home to daycare. Daycare to work. Work to grocery store to daycare. Daycare to home. For the week end regular walks to the hydrostone district and Needham park. With the exception of a bi-weekly excursion to Dartmouth, city of lakes- no offence Grahms Grove- you kept me sane there is no question about it- we were all in serious need of some wilderness immersion before we shrivelled up into little husks blown around on the vaste expanse of urban pavement.
Being at Windhorse farm was the perfect way to celebrate spring solstice- so wonderful that i did not take a single photograph. I'll have to go back to do that. Grin. If you'd like to read more about the experience of being in the forest please visit my other blog Tales from the Urban Forest.
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