High upon a forest slope tucked between the trees stands a bench. Sometimes I climb up the slope just to sit in silence on that bench. A seep emerges at the foot of the hill and all kind of birds come here to drink. Even Hugin and Munin ⚡🙂 A temple of nature.
“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.” ~ William Shakespeare
HANNA'S WALK 
Så underbart vackert Hanna !!!!!
Hej Håkan. Det handler om smultron ställer 🙂
Tusind tak!!!
Lovely photo and poem, Hanna. It’s so nice for you to have this special place.
It’s a hidden gem, Tanja 🙂 I love that kind of places. But I’m sure I’m not alone with a penchant for knowing my own Strawberries Stellar ❤
Beautiful all around – the photo and writing. Reminds me of some of the hollows here at home.
Thanks I really appreciate, Bill. It’s important to know that kind of small temples 🙂