“We live in paradise”, my husband Ken likes to say. I agree that we’re blessed to live in beautiful surroundings that are thickly wooded and particularly stunning this time of year. The woods in back and at the side of our house have special appeal, especially since a few years ago Ken decided to begin to maintain some walking paths through them. Before he did so, the underbrush was so thick that all we could do is observe it at the edges, without a notion of what goes on inside that mystical place.
We can now walk along paths observing day to day changes from the inside. It’s fascinating how things change with a good rain or a warm day or two. A month ago, we could see through to the edge of our property and beyond, but now with the smaller trees leafed out the trails feel very private and personal.
I now notice things up close; a new flower I hadn’t seen previously, or a ground cover that I swear wasn’t there last year. Mushrooms, small animal homes and occasionally a red squirrel chattering at us for invading his territory give me pause to breathe in and enjoy every uniquely changing moment.
When I walk the paths in early spring after the snow has gone, there is nothing but possibility there. I am able to walk the trails and watch the change unfold daily when I’m intentional about observing it.