It was just a short walk in the Orphaned Woods, but enough to clear my head and get an idea for my quilt.
It’s as if there’s a speckled green wash over the woods. It doesn’t cover everything, but here and there, as if there’s a resist in some places and acceptance in others.
On the way out of the woods, when the hill across the road came into view, I saw that it had turned red since I was last there. Unlike last year, today I knew the trees with the red buds were maples.
And even at a distance, I felt like I knew that hill a little better.