“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.”
My walk through the forest today revealed the final crusty vestiges of winter and the arrival of spring burgeoning all around. The sounds of returning birds filled the air. I caught a glimpse of my first Robin of the season; there have been Varied Thrushes about for weeks already. A flock of Purple Finches set up a clamorous chorus above me from their perch high in a still leafless Aspen. And, those cheeky squirrels that remained half hidden and quiet through the winter months were bounding madly from tree to tree, scolding me terribly. In the distance I caught the cry of Bald Eagles calling to each other from the treetops. We had a nesting pair the year before last; perhaps it is time to nest again.
The forest floor was a myriad of colors with the rustiness of last fall’s rotting leaves and the bright greens of various mosses and lichens. The grassy expanses barely show a hint of green amongst the brittle yellow blades. The twiggy branches of both trees and shrubs are now bursting with new buds; the leaves are on their way. The freshness of the breeze was tempered with pungent leaf rot and musty winter snow mould. How I love to witness the changing of the season from winter’s icy grip into Mother Nature’s warm spring embrace. The moisture from the newly melted snow has given the forest floor a delightful sponginess coupled with a capricious slickness underfoot. My foot shot out from under me and sent me on a sudden scoot downward several yards. No harm done, the springy surface cushioned my fall and I was quick to recover my stance, not lingering long enough to get wet. What a joy the woodlot behind our home offers every day. I would not trade it for the world.
Today’s “stone” is Day 93 chirping, fresh, green on grey, beauty to behold