Notes From Today’s Walk

 A nature notebook is never just about leaves and feathers — it’s about the things we see, hear, and pass by. These small moments become the quiet inspiration for whatever we make next.       

                                     

Sketch of dragonfly met on our walk

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• On the playground, while my lad played like the little child he still is, I noticed a few elderly ladies walking with sticks. They moved slowly along the quieter side of the lake, taking a gentle stroll through the community space.
• There was a kind of magic in town that day. Groups of schoolchildren wandered about — some with ice creams, some in yellow hi-vis vests and sun hats. The whole place felt unusually peaceful, as if the town itself had taken a deep breath.
• A blackbird sang somewhere above us. A hooded crow with brown plumage perched nearby, looking like a tiny superhero in a cloak. My lad asked me the names of the birds we passed: the little one the size of my hand, grey and white with a flicking tail — the white wagtail. Not far from it, a jay flashed its colours: soft brown, bright blue, white and black. It sat high in a tree before swooping off between the pines.
• Behind us came the cheerful ring of a bicycle bell. A lady on a blue street bike passed by, and my lad announced that if he were a girl, he’d choose that bike and ride it all around town.
• A group of visitors stood admiring the greenery outside the town hall — pansies and long-tailed grasses. They spoke about the flowers as if they were at a grand exhibition, and for a moment we stood with them, sharing their wonder.
• Along the pavement, dogs walked their owners. One tiny dog sat on a lady’s lap, freshly trimmed, with a little ponytail on top of its head. It wasn’t watching us — it was staring at my lad’s backpack, especially the fluffy cake-shaped keyring with a cherry on top. Apparently, small pets enjoy quirky accessories too.
• We passed little shops and craft corners full of bits and bobs: fabric hearts, geese, frogs, cockerels, hens, and other birds made from cloth and lace. Wooden pieces, hand-painted treasures, old crocheted table runners and blankets. My lad nudged me to make a quick sketch so I could create something inspired by them later. I won’t copy these little wonders — but they’ve already become seeds for new ideas.
• We saw people caring for things most others overlook: a group of ladies tidying the flower borders, working with spades and brushes, removing weeds with quick, careful hands. Their quiet work made the colours shine brighter.
• The streets offered their own gentle scenes — a quiet passage here, a hopscotch square there, like the old days when children jumped along numbered tiles, singing and laughing. A bench waited patiently for someone to rest. On other streets, a single lady, a man, a teenager, or a traveller waited for the next train.
• In the park, children collected snails and made a tiny “farm,” watching the little creatures stretch out their long eyes. It was a joy to see their curiosity.
• A small dragonfly landed on my lad’s backpack and stayed long enough for me to admire its delicate wings. I found myself dreaming of sewing a dragonfly onto a T‑shirt. I made a quick sketch in my pocket notebook — another idea waiting for its moment.
• Outside the old library — more than two hundred years standing — there was an exhibition by a local artist. We read the notes about the paintings and the artist’s story. Other posters spoke about the importance of reading with children, for children, and by children. It’s lovely to see that books still hold their magic.
• On the wooden bridge over the oldest river in town, someone had attached a tiny crochet artwork inspired by nature — bugs, a spiderweb, little wonders. My lad told me I should make something like that too, using the mysteries of our town as inspiration. He said it would be “so cool.”
• Later, the early evening sky turned red and pink, the kind of colour you wish you could paint onto a wall just to keep the moment forever — nature’s own artwork stretched across the horizon.

 

These walks with my lad fill my cupboard with ideas. They echo later at the table, becoming fabric birds, embroidered blouses, small stitched scenes of gardeners or walkers — little pieces of nature and everyday life.

This is what Art in Cupboard truly is: keeping memories from our walks by making, noticing, and talking with the people we meet — and most of all, sharing these moments with my children. 

This post continues the same gentle theme I wrote about in “How Walking Helps Me Reset My Creative Mind”—but this time through a simple walking.

 

 

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