Life at a Human Pace

Getting around in Newfoundland is definitely beautiful, but this year we are spending more time here so we can take things more slowly.

I am appreciating the smaller things. Of course the flowers. Geum rivale; Purple Avens.

Clintonia borealis; Blue-bead Lily which is named for its fruit, not the flower.

But I am also noticing the smells. Even walking around the wooded part of this campground (KOA Gros Morne/Norris Point) it smells of conifers, like your house with a fresh cut Christmas tree.

And the sounds. Being here earlier things are wetter and there are little streams everywhere.

I noticed this cloud, which seemed to hang in one spot in the sky even though there was a breeze.

There are so many walking trails here, and they are made with just enough intrusion into the landscape to let you immerse yourself in your surroundings without struggling.

They let you see the forest beauty,

and notice when the woods offers up an arrangement to rival any human design.

When help is needed to protect you or the forest, it is given, but not too much.

Of course nowhere is perfect. There are all these little black bugs that bite me if I stop moving, but that’s what the screen house is for. (Just know that every photo you see comes at a price!)