A trail in a forest

 – Our forest trail –

 The entrance.

Some 12 years ago I built this trail through our forest. At first I did it with great enthusiasm and a lot of physical  force. By now it has become a much gentler never-ending negotiation with an ever changing environment. The course of the trail keeps changing a bit each year, making room for individual plants growing or trees falling. It is an ongoing very intimate conversation with a piece of Nature. This trail on our own property is about ½ mile long, it is our refuge; we walk it almost every day, often more than once, in good times and in bad times.

 We keep the trail as natural as possible…

 … in places where it’s very muddy it’s more a board walk.

 Now in spring it’s often very wet. Frogs live here and sing at night.

 Stand still

 by David Wagoner

 Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you

are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,

and you must treat it as a powerful stranger,

must ask permission to know it and be known.

The first breathes. Listen. It answers,

I have made this place around you,

if you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.

No two trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.

If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,

you are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows

where you are. You must let it find you.

 One of our several sitting places.

 Hopelessly romantic as we are, we had sushi here on P+K-day. Still Yellowtail from Baja, not quite as good as there but excellent for sure.

 In  the wettest areas the Skunk Cabbage thrives.

 So many trees have fallen in this last wild winter. I sweat twice, first when I cut them up for firewood, then again when they burn in the stove.


 This recently fallen tree gets integrated into my trail.

 Somewhere along the trail is our outdoor-hot tub.


 The exit

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  The trail continues through an open meadow; it takes actually the most work to keep that open.

                                                                         Klaus   May 30, 2007

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