Friday, January 20, 2012

Forest Walk


There are secrets in these hills that are only heard in silence. The plow, the bulldozer nor the car can ever reach them. You have to get off on foot, away. It was a rare day in January with temperatures up to 50 degrees. After weeks of being in the house I craved getting out. I longed to be in natural surroundings, excape the hustle and bustle of everyday human life. So, even though logic told me stay, my check engine light in my car was on, I got in and drove a few miles down the road anyways. No time like today.

I took myself to a place where a wonderful lady lets people walk her property to as she said it, "enjoy nature in its natural state." Can you believe there are still such angels in this world?

 I knew I would most likely be alone there as the spot is, as yet, unheralded. The site contains history and mystery as it is home to some ancient rocks which were placed in two circles sometime long ago by an ancient people.

Three little sprites lead the way up the trail. If you look very closely you can see all three of them in the first picture and one of them in the second.



There were little trinklets of water all over the trail as the downfall from recent rains found the path of least resistance down the gullies. I paused before I crossed the spontaneous water creeks to listen to their songs.


There is so much color in nature even in the depths of winter.
Nothing is more green than the moss that drapes and softens the forest with carpet.
The sporophyte rise from their clump of moss in a deep shade of amber-red.


These lichens are a striking orange-yellow.


Trees with scars, holes and wounds might not be good to harvest
for lumber but they are the trees that hold the secrets of the woods
and become the homes for wild creatures, spirits and gnomes.



Are these ground cherries or horse nettle that are sprinkled along the path up on the clearing? They sure looked bright and cheerful on a January afternoon.


I could reflect on water reflections all day long.


The sky is beautiful.

The stalk of a lone mullein plant looks like a desert cactus.

Last summer's goldenrod stands stiffly against the woods and a stormy sky.


Ah! American Pennyroyal, in winter garb, clusters on the rocks that know of what was but are not allowed to tell.



The wind picks up and the tree that is crooked warns me to be careful as I head back down the hill. I think I hear the deer that lead me in and I turn to look behind me on the path but no it is a huge, old tree falling, falling, falling.

 The arms of the tree's neighbors break the fall with their limbs, but the tree is determined and it keeps on descending with force until it lands with a thud on the ground. I feel the vibration in my feet. Swiftly I move on down the trail and to my car before the storm and the forest hold me captive. Yet, I am thrilled that now for the first time in my life I have witnessed a tree fall down in the forest due to old age and wind. It was a powerful thing and done with exclamation!




 

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Old School House Near Blue Rock

The old school house that I took a photo of last fall when Grandpa and I were driving around near Blue Rock, Ohio is featured on Redbubble today!




Link to Red Bubble

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

My Word for the Upcoming Year

I was encouraged by The Abbey, a link that Barbara shared to find my word for the coming year. I cannot get a direct link to work this evening but it is Abbeyofthearts.com

It took me a long time to find my word. Mostly I was thinking how I feel like I am at the point where the flower that was smiling in the sunshine grows into a seed and falls to the ground. It cannot be comfortable for the seed to be pressed into the muck of the earth by the autumn and winter rains, snows and frosts.

Most seeds lie there dormant for a time. Chemical changes are going on inside of the seed but on the outside all seems still.Different seeds need different conditions to cause them to germinate, some need to go through fire, some to go through an animal’s digestive system, some must be cracked by frost. Whatever it takes Nature seems willing to provide. The hard, outer shell of the seed yields under the pressures, disintegrates, cracks and falls apart.

When does the seed turn from this decaying and leave behind what was and reach for what is to come? What is that exact moment, what is the word for it? I seek to know because that is my word for me right now. What is the stage of first stirring, awakening, the transition? Transpose? I am going to hold transpose for a while and see how I do.

“As the emerging seedling begins to grow, its dependence on stored food diminishes and the transition to its own photosynthetic food production begins.” OnlineScience"

Monday, January 2, 2012

"From These Hills with Trendle Ellwood" Calendars by TrendleEllwood | RedBubble

"From These Hills with Trendle Ellwood" Calendars by TrendleEllwood | RedBubble:

In January


In January

I feel much like a bear,
and I think like it is my right to sleep.
There are no berries to pick after all,
And the honey supply is dwindling.
Let it snow, let it snow
and let the fire leap high and then die down low.
I have dreams to dream and secrets yet to know.