A Short Walk In The Orphaned Woods


A fern growing out of an old blue enamel pot in the dump in the woods

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.

The red buds of the maple trees on the hill.

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