Art of doing nothing [homestead walk]

Impression of the day:

Spring is ready to explode.

Greetings #wednesdaywalk - ers, hopefully we will hang out more often in the future, thanks to many of you I have seen some perfect daily life spots, the grass is greener... and often we are prone to peek into "someone else's yard."

In my place, people obviously despise fences, so while I'm in my own, I can observe what's in the neighbor's and vice versa.

This time, we won't be looking at other ones, but I'll be happy to walk you through mine. My daily walking path contains backyard, a garden and an orchard. A decent walk-through with a variety of interesting content, At the same time, I decided to do absolutely nothing, and the sun encouraged me, except to observe, occasionally sunbathe, and listen to birds chirping.

The stronger half was sawing wood. That was first stop, in the middle of the yard.

There is a "coffee shop" currently, just a few meters away, on the brick wall next to the future chicken coop. There I spotted the first colors of spring, tiny flowers and plants sprouting from each corner.

Screaming, we finally wanna go out!

The shadows danced across in the barn, warming up the remaining straw that had been scattered, and you could smell the soft odor of it's ripeness and dryness. I'm afraid it won't last another round of seasons.

In the gaps where the saw stops screaming, you can hear bees, a swarm of bees, softly haunting the hazel tree.
They sound hungry, eager and diligent.
I have time to observe and listen.

Although I decided to some extent to do nothing, I was actually doing something all the time, it seems that the art of doing nothing doesn't really exist as such.

It could be the tempo, do you usually walk fast or slowly?

Some walks can be short, but more meaningful, found the fast walking most often "superficial."

I put a lot of effort in effectively tracking this fire bug's pathway. We practically walked together from stump to wall, until she decided to hide away deep down in the dark crack.

My final destination is behind this stump, where the mushrooms are still flourishing, and there is a stack of dry branches there that has to be selected.

On the way to... a blue bouquet.

And that is how a two-hour backyard Wednesday walk was summarized in three minutes. Trust me, if I wandered the streets, I would have to peek into other people's yards since the scenery changes so rarely in the countryside.

Why not to have your own private stroll, when you are already able to.(: