There are few things on this planet as peaceful as walking in a New England forest after a snow storm. The sound deadening blanket covering the earth creates a blissful silence and is the perfect tonic for an overly noisy world. The welcomed hush is broken only by the gentle rustle of leaves stubbornly clinging to a few outlying trees.
I appreciate rethinking something I thought I knew. Love the point about trees saving themselves from grazers!
I was cross country skiing when the latest storm first laid down it's layers. At one point I was in an open field so untouched by anything that I felt attached to the sky while I looked up, my skis swooshing below, the snow like a rich moss beneath me. Nothing like New England.
I appreciate rethinking something I thought I knew. Love the point about trees saving themselves from grazers!
I was cross country skiing when the latest storm first laid down it's layers. At one point I was in an open field so untouched by anything that I felt attached to the sky while I looked up, my skis swooshing below, the snow like a rich moss beneath me. Nothing like New England.