Daily walks into the woods give me plenty to write about.
The following stories are some thoughts of my beloved
woods.
***Springtime***
Nighttime was approaching, the sun had not yet set,
but had coloured the skies a most amazing
crimson, silver, gold, salmon and magenta.
The clouds were outlined in deep shades of scarlet.
It was a time to take a sunset walk in the woods
for a mind cleansing and restoration.
With spring approaching, it was a pleasure to walk over
the soft, muddy ground and observe the new greenery
that has taken it's time coming ! The trees are now
covered with a misty wave of new leaves, the
promise of spring.
There is a variety of new undergrowth, grasses and florals.
Many trees had fallen to the ground from the harsh winter
and early spring wind and rains. One had fallen across
the river that courses through the forest and has formed
a natural bridge.
There is a mate pair of deer in the forest
and most recently have increased their family.
The wobbly legged fawn is yet another friend that comes
to visit me in my journies.
At first the deer were wary of my presence, but have
become less cautious as time goes by.
Sitting above in his highest perch is a hawk who keeps
an eye on everything that happens in the area.
Following the narrow boreen that leads directly through
the forest and to the river, I was happy to sit on the
newly formed bridge and observe the sunset.
The clouds were starting to disappear as the sun
continued its downward journey. Dusk was approaching
and a few stars and planets were softly glowing in the sky.
The birds were caroling their evensong, the jackdaws
were finding their way home.
Doves were cooing to each other.
The moon was two days short of being full and reflected
itself in the river. The only sounds were those of the
deer settling in for the evening, a rabbit or two running
about and the soft sounds of the river travelling down
its own path.
A light breeze was blowing and carried the scent of the
cedar grove to the east. The setting was intoxicating.
A sudden flutter of wings sounded and a short 'squeak'
sounded. The hawk had undoubtedly captured its evening
meal of a field mouse.
What simple pleasures... to observe the new verdancy,
an amazing sunset, moonrise and nature going about
its business, oblivious to my presence.
As I finally left the woods, I had indeed experienced
the "mind cleansing" that was greatly needed
and so much appreciated.
