The weather is lovely. After a hot cup of tea and fresh homemade snacks, the pull of the great outdoors is so strong that one is compelled to step outside. In the orchard, the trees are laden with fruit and one can just reach out and bite into the fresh juicy goodness.
A leisurely stroll down the garden path brings one to the little streamlet flowing between the fields.
Under the teeny coconut log bridge adorned with large white mushrooms, the cool mountain waters flow, inviting one to take off one’s shoes and to step down on to the gravel worn smooth by the flow, and perhaps, to have one’s feet tickled by the little tiger barb fish darting to and fro.
The pristine silence is sweetened only by the songs of the feathered musicians flying in from the nearby forests, whilst the vibrant positive energy of nature, quietly, one’s body and mind, heals.
