The woods feel enchanted as we balance atop fallen trees and sink into moss. It smells earthy and warm as we shuffle through leaves.
Then, we see it. We don't know how or when, but it's here now. We hear the calls of nesting ducks and the sharp cries of various species of frogs.
Vernal Pond, April |
I can't explain so many things to her. I don't know how the pond knows when to emerge. I don't know how generations and generations of frogs and salamanders know to come right back here to lay eggs.
It's at least one magical thing in our lives this Spring; the wonderful, unexplained, beautiful vernal pond reminds me that we're made for wonder. We're made to marvel.
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I love the forest in springtime! I love the mystery of the vernal pond!
1 comment:
where is it?! Park Forest? or is it secret?
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