As you step out of the house, you get a warm welcome (the bone chilling winds at times notwithstanding). The trees which invite you stand in a row, maintaining equidistance between them. You can rest assured of a couple of other things, a pond and those doves and ducks of all sizes.
You just forget the worldly affairs like the shopping lists you carry with you or an appointment with somebody, so that you stop here and there to have a glimpse of the floating birds or the flowery creepers who live happily on the slopes of the pond. Then there are a few giant sized birds (call them what you will) who are reluctant to move about in search of foodâ€¦ may be they are pondlords!
Before you leave this street take note of the nearby houses or some such things which would remain in your brain so that you wonâ€™t be confused when you comeback.
Having done this you may follow the road ahead or turn this way or that way. You will come across several ponds surrounded by trees and meadows and of course those flat footed birds â€“ by the way, you donâ€™t have to stand all the time, for there are benches fixed at strategic points.
The poet in you wakes up or those immortal lines of Wordsworth, Keats or Shelly come to your mind in a flash.
With all this donâ€™t be under the impression that a Wordsworth or any poets of yore would be in a position to create something like,
â€œBehold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary highland lass!
Reaping and singing by herselfâ€¦â€
All these lovely places mentioned above are part of a small city in Netherlands!