tomorrow

Tomorrow I will start packing my things, call the carpet and paint crew, and turn all my thoughts toward the future. 

Today, though, oh, forgive me, I'm going to walk one more time back into the woods.  One last look at my little slice of Eastern Deciduous Hardwood Forest, and then it's on to the subtropics. 

What goats can do to English Ivy:

Some glowing, glowing grasses:

Something we won't see in SoCal:

The Swing Ropes of Mystery:

The deep and mysterious woods:

Just some sticks that happened to be populating the deep and mysterious woods:

Looking upward at the beautiful, tall pines:

That's it.  No more words to go with it.  Just a few photos for the memory-book of life.

~MB~

Comments

[heather j]

that made me want to cry.