It's been a quiet time for me this week. I've been spending time in nature, taking woodland walks, tending to my roses.
Nature is so peaceful.
Just what I have needed.
The sun has been shining, finally. The woodlands filter the light, leaving pretty patterns to follow.
There is always beautiful birdsong and delicate wildflowers to soothe the weary soul.
I follow the woodland path in the filtered sunlight searching for delicate blooms.
I am rewarded with the discovery of some ethereal blossoms.
Tiny flowers against impossibly green leaves. As delicate as a fairy's wing.
The forest is a lovely place to clear your mind and ground your spirit. Connecting with nature seems to put life in perspective.
You can leave behind the cares of the world and simply exist, surrounded by the beauty of the forest.
Exquisite creation, unhampered by the hand of man. A fragile blossom that will soon turn into a nourishing Thimble Berry, so named for it's hollow core when plucked.
An ancient Cedar gives shelter to a woodland wildflower.
And it's own progeny, bravely reaching towards the light to begin it's own journey in the forest. Someday home to birds and woodland creatures not yet born.
The circle of life.
My woodland walk brings me back around to home once more.
With a deeper understanding of the rhythms of life.
And a feeling of peace deep within my heart.
That life goes on and so do we.
Protected and nurtured by those before us, so we can do the same.