The woods are noticeably different since the last time I walked there.
Sparse is the word that comes to mind, although it’s still very green and the the tall grasses and wildflowers still guard the path and lean into me as I walk though them.
There’s a little more yellow and fresh leaves on the ground. The Hawthorne berries are falling, hard and bright red, the size of a long marble.
The mushrooms are dwindling, although after last night’s rain that might change again.
Past the uprooted Shag Bark Hickory high in the branches of the old maple I spotted a porcupine. It’s rare for me to see animals in the woods other than deer, chipmunks, birds and squirrels. Although I’ve seen evidence of porcupines in our neighbors woods, I’ve never seen one.
I saw the porcupine from a distance, but as I got closer it was still hard for me to make out exactly what kind of animal it was.
But when he lifted his head, even though it was only a silhouette I could see the shape of his face and knew it was a porcupine. It was only when I saw the picture on my computer that I could see the quills.
I imagine the porcupine lives somewhere close by. Maybe even in the old maple itself.
I’m ready for fall, winter even. When branches are bare, the insects are sleeping and snow sparkles like a million tiny rainbows.
Maria, thank you and Jon for providing such a wonderful home for the porcupine and all creatures, flora and fauna.
Oh it is our pleasure to be able to do it Eileen.
Maria I have never seen a wild porcupine! How very auspicious and karmic! And up in a tree no less. Of course in your magic woods!
I’ve only seen one (alive) and it was years ago in the Adirondacks. You are right, I will look up the meaning behind the porcupine. :)