Walking through the April chill, I don’t have much to say; not much has changed during five weeks of a stay-at-home order. And so she begins….
What a comfort it is to be in nature, where spring is happening despite it all. And to see other humans out in the woods, sharing smiles while keeping safe distance, acknowledging the healing that nature offers. There is hope, hope for mercy and grace.
I always imagine the Browns River exhaling deeply when it reaches the valley behind my home in Jericho. After tumbling through a tight, rocky gorge and under one of the busiest state highways in Vermont, it relaxes and meanders across the valley bottom.
Hudson and I were on a parcel in Berkshire last week. For those who haven’t met him, Hudson’s around seven, he’s never happier than when he’s loose in the forest, and he has an addiction to digging up rocks and carrying them around in his mouth. I should also note that he’s a dog, a lab-whippet mix (I think).