Woods, Winds, Wildflowers

 I am made of woods, and rivers, and winds, and wildflowers. I am part grief, and part hope, and all love.

~Victoria Erickson 

Wildly Out of Tune

 

At church, 

the choir today was wildly out of tune. 

It made me smile out loud. 

The choir in the woods, though, 

is always perfect.

 

Whoo Else?

Whoo else loves owls?

Wild & Free

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