Leaves are of more various forms than the alphabets of all languages put together
Henry David Thoreau A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
Another bright sunny afternoon in the woods. S and I are out on a spree. Actually, we are only in the woods briefly due to our very slow pace. Our stats are:
Distance: Less than a mile
Time: An hour and a half, including stops.
(There walk stats = a proper walking blog. Just need to review a few stoves now!)
Although, our pace is so slow that sometimes I’m not sure whether we have stopped or not. We do sit down at one point for a drink and a snack. S is very excited about a very voluble Robin’s song. Also, he has a stick of course.
Meanwhile, I’m entranced by the leaves, and the dappled light, and the way the leaves fill with light and glow.
Be they dried husks on the floor, or green thoughts in a green shade…
Isn’t that green tree-mendous? (Sorry)
Now that I know where to look for it, I can usually find thin curls of papery bark catching the sun on days like this too…
In all, a wonderful rest cure from Doctor Sun. And the best part is – it wasn’t even my idea to head this way – S was insistent.