The roots on the paths over the Bonshaw Hills are sacred. They are the vessels of the planet bringing the life fluid up to the leaves where oxygen, our breath of life, is produced. They are a reminder of the interdependence of humankind and nature.
And again this spring, as the deciduous trees begin to leaf again and the coniferous trees become a more vibrant green,
these vessels have been busy, the fluid has been pumping. The woodlands are alive now, awake from the long winter nap. Everything is in high gear as the forest awakens.
She doesn’t have long to switch into high gear either but she is glorious already. The leaves are beginning to appear so that hint of green is everywhere now.
The forest floor, which will soon be darkened by the overhead canopy, has taken the opportunity these last few weeks to turn green too.
Last year’s ferns are flattened into the earth but fiddleheads are reaching skyward.
Mosses are hard at work on old tree stumps returning them back to the earth.
Birch trees are further along with leafing than other trees.
As we climb the hills and look down through the woodland, the hint of green through the trees is invigorating. Being here in the heart of nature is good for body and soul.