My phone rang as I stepped over the stone wall and out of the woods.
I pressed the speaker on my iPhone. “Are you okay, Jon asked, “you’ve been gone so long.” It didn’t seem long to me. Hunting season is finally over and I was finally able to get back into the woods.
The snow did slow me down, because I was snowshoeing and because it made everything new and there was so much to see.
I told Jon I was on my way home, but I had to come back because there were these tiny green “flowers” on a tree, and I needed my macro lens to get a picture of them. (I’ve never seen these before and I’m assuming they’re the sepal of a flower, the green part that protects the bud and supports the petals when the flower is in bloom. I don’t know what kind of tree this is, but if you do, I’d love to know).
It was a gray day, but I found more color in the woods than I expected. These wild grapes colored the snow red. I’m not sure if that happened after a bird ate it, or if they never got to it.
A rabbit dug its way in or out (I’m not sure which) creating this tunnel in the snow. The reflected light turned it shades of blue.
Not as colorful, but this delightful natural sculpture was created by a dead tree and vine. The broken branch swung from the tree, cradled by the vine.
Tomorrow Jon and I are going to our favorite Bed and