The sky was flower blue, our skin perspired under the sun's hot rays, and banners of green hung from the trees, while Mother Nature rolled out an impressive green carpet for the Summer premier attend by the who's who in the botanical, insect, and Aves world.
We started our hike in Biel, where a cable car pushed us up the side of Magglingen mountain. To be honest, when we first started I thought, "Where's the mountains? Is this going to be lame?" You see, I'm a bit of an alpine snob, and the first forty minutes of the hike were spent in the forest.
I was a snow-covered mountains, peaks and valleys, snob. But not anymore.
It was beautiful! We walked through leafy forests, wild meadows, and a gully that left my head spinning because it looked like we were in Vancouver.
But my favourite part of the hike were the dandelions that had gone to seed. Their round softness pillowed the landscape, and I couldn't get enough. I don't know what it is about that weed (what a terrible word for them!) but I love their sunny brightness that sprinkles any lawn tapestry with flecks of gold; I love how you can braid them into a grassy crown fit for kings and queens of the playground; I love how in early summer the bold yellow gives way to fat, downy puffs that are just waiting to be picked and blown by the wind, by a small child, or a child-like adult.
I've seen it before, but still for the first time.