Run Away

Sometimes, don't you just want to run away.

 

Gentle Days

Today has been so still and quiet outside, much like walking here, in bluebells, {think UK forest}. See me there by the rock, stretched out, drenched in the stillness. I can hear the birds and not much else. The trees rustling every now and then. 

Breathe in, breathe out, these gentle days.
   

 

 

 

Look at the Trees

Does an orchard count as the woods? I visited a little fenced in orchard today, probably a bit too late in the season since the blossoms were waning, but I had gone out to find another little spot near the mountains that I had visited a few years ago with some pretty little trees in a grove, way out of the way. That part of the road was closed today, but I'll try to find it again in the fall. On the way to that road was the orchard.  I grew up in a city full of orchards many of which are now gone, so I always love when I find them. 

"I say, look at the trees." ~ Edna O'Brien 

 It looked a bit like this

 

Just About Now

             Me, in my dreams just about now, except barefoot.

That Moment

 A few weeks ago, I was on a highway road near a mountain crossing for deer, and came upon a deer that had been hit and wounded just a minute or two before, but was still alive. It tried, but could not get up, and just laid in the road. As I passed the deer, who was in the left lane {I was in the right lane}, I could see out of the corner of my eye on the right side of the road, the mate of the fallen deer. He looked on with concern, but was very still and quiet, not moving at all. As I passed him, I made eye contact with him in that moment.

This really shook me and as I finished the drive to work, I shed tears the rest of the way. When I was able to, I called and reported the wounded deer in the road so that it could get help as soon as possible, even just to be out of the pain it was in. I still have not traveled that road to work since that day. It's a beautiful stretch of road in the river bottoms, but I won't go that way, at least for now. Probably in concern for not wanting to be in a situation of harming a beautiful, innocent creature, but also, the memory of it makes me very sad.  

My heart breaks for those deer who did nothing wrong at all. It makes me sad for a fallen world where the creatures that I adore so much can be harmed in any way. It is something that I just cannot understand why it is allowed to happen in the natural world. I cannot tell you the number of times I have cried my eyes out for an animal, any kind of animal, whose heartbreaking story has come my way or affected me. 

I'll never forget those deer. 

  

Visits to the Woods

Sometimes my visits to the woods have to be virtual, just because things get busy and life gets in the way. Today was such a day. 

 

 

The Story

The woods prepare for winter.
What do the trees think of the coming hibernation?
Whatever their thoughts, they are only whispered to each other.
Leaving the rest to wonder, but never know the story.