Örebro is the sixth largest city in Sweden. A University city, it’s vibrant and full of life. There are peoples of all nationalities. There is architecture to admire, shops to shop, cafes in which to sit back and watch the world go by. There is also the beauty of the forest.
Behind my brother and sister-in-law’s neighborhood lies a wee bit of forest surrounded by a paved path. Reminds me of something Pecos Bill might have lassoed from the top of a mountain and plopped down in the middle of a city, simply for others to enjoy. And so we did. On our first day here, we were so excited for a break in the rain, we headed for the forsest path. Until the diluge returned, it was quite lovely …
The only problem was the fact that the rain brought out the slimy slugs. As I was admiring the beauty around me, I heard my mom yell my name. I stopped, looked down, and below my looming foot was this …
A slug the size of Texas. I EEK(!)-ed, jumped back, danced a little jig … and then waltzed back over to take a picture. No need to thank me. It’s just the kind of dedicated blogger that I am.
We also took a short drive to a lake. There was not another soul in our little patch of the woods. Just us, the water, the trees, the mossy rocks, and wildflowers. We discovered some gold of the forest – or yellow ‘shrooms – took a swim or two, roasted ourselves some hot dogs, made banana boats, and, of course, sipped our java.
Surrounded by family and friends, and the beauty of the forest, I had a hard time fathoming how one could believe our world little more than cosmic happenstance. From where I sat – on the stump of a tree – I saw the brushstroke of the Master all around …
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