The Road Not Taken
You know that old saying, hindsight is 20/20? Some days it smacks me right in the head. The other day after a lovely few hours in the woods I thought to myself that I should have been a forester or something. Hubby comes back to say that it doesn’t pay much. In money, no it doesn’t, but in joy it probably would make me rich.
I stood on a little bridge to take this shot and I stood there quite a long time. It’s not deep enough to lose the sounds of humanity entirely, but it’s far enough to drown them out a bit. The brook. The wind in the trees. Birds. It was peaceful and exhilarating at the same time.
We’re at the tail end of winter and I swear I can feel the forest on edge. It doesn’t look it, but stuff is happening and it won’t be contained for long.
In some of our local forest preserves are stands of unlogged forest, often called virgin forest. So far I’ve been in two of them and some of the trees literally stop my breath. One enormous beech (I think it was a beech) drew me off the trail and I stood by it in awe. Thinking about what it had “witnessed” and how I wish it could talk. Just for a minute. Like the Ents. Unfortunately my photos aren’t close to doing justice to the grand beauty…maybe when it’s crowned with all its leafy glory. I did find these stupendous hemlocks though. Practically broke my neck tripping on my showshoes while gazing up at these towering trees.
It’s so hard to do justice to these massive beings…well, maybe not beings, but they inspire awe in me even if they are only plants. Often I stop and just touch them to feel the vibrations as they sway in the wind. I know, I’m nuts, but see…that’s what makes me think I should be working in the woods. Maybe that would take the joy away, but I still wonder…what if?