I love nature, I love the landscape, because it is so sincere. It never cheats me. It never jests. It is cheerfully, musically earnest. I lie and relie on the earth. –Henry David Thoreau, journal, November 16, 1850
Fire burst through the bank, ash clinging. No, we did not eat the mushrooms.
I didn’t know zebras lived in the woods! We did not eat these shrooms either…my luck is that I’d pick the poison ones and kill myself!
Sunshine tap danced through the fields and kicked just one step higher than its counterparts. No, I left the beautiful wildflowers so that others could enjoy the view.
The sweet scent of wild cherries was an invitation to dessert. I did not try these, but Dirt Man said they were both sweet and tart.
Every once in a while, it was as if God whispered for us to stop and behold the beauty of what He has placed before us. We left these beauties in nature’s canvas for all to view.
Huckleberries (wild blueberries) grew abundantly in the tallest (and seemingly dryest at times) areas of the mountains. Huckleberries are much tinier and sweeter than blueberries. Ok, I ate these by the handfuls…so delicious!
Delectable red raspberries graced the valleys. I ate these, too. They were wonderful alone and in fruit salad.
We even saw coffee trees. No, we did not pick beans or try to make coffee from them.
We did not have these trout for dinner. However, Dirt Man did catch some on the river, and I must say that smoked fresh river trout is divine.
We watched this little guy swim across the creek. No, we did not make turtle soup!
There is much in nature to sustain us physically and spiritually. It is a wonderful journey.
As a husband embraces his wife’s body in faithful tenderness, so the bare ground and trees are embraced by the still, high, light of the morning. I feel an ache of longing to share in this embrace, to be united and absorbed. A longing like carnal desire, but directed towards earth, water, sky, and returned by the whispers of the trees, the fragrance of the soil, the caresses of the wind, the embrace of water and light. Content? No, no, no—but refreshed, rested—while waiting. –Dag Hammarskjold