I haven’t walked on our neighbor’s path in the woods all winter. As I crossed the small footbridge I heard the peeping of just a few frogs. It’s early for peepers, and there’s still some ice in the swamp, so it was a delight to hear them.
They quieted as I got closer and I didn’t hear them again.
The small streams and ponds were overflowing. Zinnia splashed through everyone, her legs thick with mud.
It was in one of the streams that I saw the mask. Made of some kind of web, sticks, bark, leaves, and grass, it was held above the water by one of the branches it was attached to.
I have no idea how this came to be, or what kind of web that is. I don’t even know what else to say about it, except that I find it remarkable.
2 thoughts on “The Mask In The Woods”
Love that. It looks like Felix the cat.
Ha… I can see that!