Prior to Dorian’s visit to Prince Edward Island, my husband and I went with the golden grand-dog to the Bonshaw Hills for a hike. The forest was in its late summer glory.
The ferns were thick in the undergrowth as the fullness of summer has brought them to their peak condition.
One tree trunk was missing its hobbit door.
Hundreds of what look like bracket mushrooms clung to a trunk, taking over one side.
At various locations along the trails, apple trees shed their fruit over the ground, making it hard to avoid squishing them under foot. The scent of apples filled the air.
In a stand of evergreens, needles cover the ground, a huge difference from the fern filled undergrowth.
One of my favourite scenes of the day is a tree trunk black from the shade and an aura of green around it.
Out with the old and in with the new as one stump is consumed by nature and other trees take hold.
Every now and then the forest gives us proof it is the nerve centre of the earth. These roots resembling a nerve cell illustrate the importance of the earth’s forests.
And though I love summer, who could help but look forward to next month?