An ideal night for myself and my boyfriend would be going to the farmers market, making ourselves a nice meal, and then anything outdoorsy.
My idea of a holiday was following my family up the hill with my pekinese, who would skip over the heather in front of me.
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.
I just want to go through Central Park and watch folks passing by. Spend the whole day watching people. I miss that.
In my walks I would fain return to my senses.
If you drive to, say, Shenandoah National Park, or the Great Smoky Mountains, you'll get some appreciation for the scale and beauty of the outdoors. When you walk into it, then you see it in a completely different way. You discover it in a much slower, more majestic sort of way.
I get started at 5:30 in the morning and write till 10 A.M. Then I hike six or seven miles before going back to work.
Walk with me to the edge of the city, / Take off your shoes and feel the earth. / Remember who you are. You are a star. / A mountain, that fountain in the sun. / Your heart is the velvet cave / Where birds sing.
Strange the faithless fuss made about taking a walk in the safest and pleasantest of all places, a wilderness.
Go for a short walk in a soft rain - lovely - so many wild flowers startling me through the woods and a lawn sprinkled with dandelions, like a night with stars. And through it all the sound of soft rain like the sound of innumerable earthworms stirring in the ground.
Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.
I'm really big on day dates. If you go for a stroll, have a picnic or lunch with a glass of wine - it doesn't get better than that.
There's something so intimate about a picnic with your guy.
When she walked through the woods (infrequently now) she picked her way along the path, making way for the boy inside to run along before her. It could be hard to choose the time outside over the time within. Almondine from The Story of Edgar Sawtelle
I can only do really serious writing for a couple of hours. And then I always go on a walk. I do a one-to-two-hour walk; I don't go running or hard hiking.
When I'm off the road, my husband and I recharge our batteries. It's a day of deep rest and connection with the spiritual, and that can be anything - going for a walk in nature, being in silence, burning incense.
A walk in nature is a perfect backdrop to combine exercise, prayer, and meditation while enhancing the benefit of these activities.
Hiking. I don't like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains...the se mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not 'hike' through them.
Walk in this faithless grass with studious tread, Lest mice, weasels, germane beasts, too soon The tall hat and eyes, the fierce feet, for dead Descry, and fix you prone in their revelling moon.
Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.
Nature recharges me.
There's a wonderful woodland, spiritual song I wrote in Undercliff in Lyme Regis, and I used to walk up there with my dog and always come back with an idea.
I could take you for a walk on the beach and I could point out just about any creature and give you their Latin names.
My dream date would be a hike through the woods followed by an outdoor picnic followed by a glass of wine at sunset. Heaven!
