I went today for a walk at Tremanskärr, walking across the swamp in rubber boots, and from there along the path to lake Kurkijärvi. It was partly clouded, and the landscape was drying up after the rain we had earlier.
I picked some lingonberries and blueberries for eating, and enjoyed the colors of the swamp. There were some people gathering mushrooms in the forest, and one guy was running across the swamp in shorts and t-shirt and hiking boots.
(Posting title is from the poem Gravelly Run by A. R. Ammons.)