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Posts tagged ‘Woods’

Signs of Autumn

It has begun.

Flowers go to seed,

and autumn flowers blossom.

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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 . . .

Life in the slow lane

Scenes from this small-town life.

Circus Train

This evening the Barnum and Bailey circus train rolled slowly through town.

Over the weekend,

Alpaca

the alpaca grazed in autumn pastures, while

The Kline Kill, with K. at play

the Kline Kill beckoned under golden sycamores.

And this afternoon,

The barn, with fresh paint.

the painting of the barn was completed.

Life is good.

(All photos by Seth Rockmuller.)

Two Roads

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…

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.