The time of Imbolc, so I spent a couple of days wandering in the wood just to see and feel the change, and in spite of all the rain and gales over the past weeks there is as always, the promise of better days to come..
Deep in the wood out of the breeze it was warm, T shirt and light smock warm..
In the silence of the wood the mini waterfalls sound quite impressive and the strong flow has shifted most of the debris that collects in the stream during drier times.
The evidence of some fairly dramatic miniature flash floods is obvious on the woodland floor.
There's always a bonus though..my well is full of crystal clear sweet water..
The fungi have made the most of the damp, warm weather.
The Deer leave their trails in the damp leaves
Mother Earth keeps her promise.
In a few weeks the woodland floor will be blue and gold with the Bluebells and wild Daffodils which are showing everywhere in the wood.
The lightning riven remains of a great tree, slowly returning to the earth.
And I visited my old friend who fell in the storm just after Yule..
The shapes of Nature always intrigue me, a long time ago someone said to me " Why are you always going to the woods, there's only trees there"...
Ah! ok
Hello to folk who signed up to the forum while I was away..