This post is a bit out of sequence because I wanted to include it in Jude’s wildflower challenge
Although I was not considered capable of walking to the lake at Gryżyna, I insisted on walking back, a lovely T-shirt stroll along a familiar road, traversed many times when Maja and Jaś still travelled in a pram and still needed soothing into a daytime nap. I had leisure to notice roadside flowerings, some obviously escapees from gardens. A chainsaw roared, preparing wood against winter cold: further on a neat yurt-shaped woodpile awaited burning. Other strollers greeted me with an amiable “Dzień dobry”, unusual in passing encounters with Poles. A small furry body proved to be a dead mole. When I reached the village I had some doubts about my way, but I headed tentatively uphill and soon caught a glimpse of our thatched roof, having survived all the rigours of a two kilometre walk.
This post is linked to Jude’s wildflower challenge for May.