Timothy grass in my meadow. Well its not really my meadow, belongs to the county, but I'm the only one who goes there to breathe in the fresh meadow scent. Animal tracks criss cross it. You can see that better in winter. Fox, deer, mink, hare, racoon, wild boar... When I see an animal I stop in my tracks and stare back at it. We both wait to see who will be the first to move. Usually its the animal, and it never runs from me, just goes on doing what it was doing before we met. Living with nature, living in nature, loving it.
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