The weather here has been so weird. One day we have coats, gloves and scarves on and the next we can go out in tshirts. Even on the cold days though, the woods call us. As soon as we have nothing else to do, my kids are out there, with pockets to fill and Ronnie always with the leather satchel I made her as part of an indian costume a few years ago. Had I known she would use it and love it so much, I probably would have made it a little fancier but she loves it just the same. I try to follow as often as I can and it is such a balm to my soul.
So quiet and beautiful, our woods. I wish everyone had such a great place to walk and think. Out in the woods there are few distractions, just the sounds of everything that should be there. Rustling leaves under foot, birds that never left for winter and the sounds of trees and wind when they meet. A chance to find pinecones for firestarters and whatever treasure is waiting by the little creek or out on the path and the promise lurks underfoot, though we can’t see any signs yet that spring is really just around the bend.
We have made it through another winter and I think I will miss these quiet days when everything comes back to life.