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Time warp into Spring

The weather today was sunny and 82 degrees, but because of breezes and low humidity, it did not feel hot.

The cottage in western North Carolina ~

Trillium photo I took today in the Pisgah Forest ~

Today as I hiked the forest trail, the only sound was birdsong and the rush of water in small falls and rivulets down the mountainside. The new green of Spring glowed in the treetops, and tiny yellow, purple, and white blossoms opened in cracks and crevices, by stumps and rocks.

Huge old-growth trees towered overhead.

I sensed that inner expansiveness that arrives when I am reminded of my place as part of a wider, wilder world.

March Meandering

Bits of snow linger in tucked-away places, as in this large, mossy tree stump. (Click to enlarge it.)

The sky today was an astonishing blue color.

After an especially intense week I needed to get out for a walk this afternoon, even though I had told myself I would work on taxes today. It was breezy and chilly despite the sun. Old age, illness and death were on my mind because of recent events with family and friends. The brown oak leaves underfoot were dead, the tree branches still barren. Bits of ice clung to the shadowed shores of streams. In places there were bits of green, mostly from mosses.

Feeling the weight of the week (and months) past, I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue with the walk –  but after crossing a wooden bridge over a stream, I met one of my woody, creature-like friends. She had obviously been there quite a while, for moss had grown on her forehead and snout. Her mouth was slightly open, as though she were about to speak. In an unexpected way, I found myself comforted by this critter made of life, death, and decomposition. A weight lifted from me.

The rest of the walk was in balance, an elusive balance I seek in my up-and-down life these days. I realize I have spent too much time indoors. As the weather warms, I will seek more woodland experiences – and then, of course there is the garden . . .

Woodland Critters

The critters below were watching me warily from the undergrowth as I walked the paths near John’s Pond.

One can never be too careful when walking in the woods.