John Muir says:

“Come to the woods…  img_0014…for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the logcock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains.”

John Muir (1838 – 1914), Atlantic Monthly, January 1869

(Actually, it’s not so deep green these days, but still, I have spent a lot of time the past two weeks wandering around them, trying very hard to kill off the deep green–but before you condemn me you should know that I am limiting my killing to the deep green of the garlic mustard which  somehow hangs on when all the other woodland plants have faded away for a winter slumber…. la.  And so I went a’spraying, and a’wandering, and bless you, woods, for the privilege.)

(Can you spot the antlers on the buck in this picture below?)

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