Growing up in the south I have fond memories as a child playing in the woods and creeks behind our neighborhood. Before the town became the now busy metropolis, it was surreal and calming. There wasn’t fear of kids running and playing and just basically being kids. When things wouldn’t be going right at home I would mount my bike and head for the hills (with woods and creeks). In there I would feel safe, at peace, at home. Now where I live there really isn’t woods like I had growing up and 9 times out of 10 there are no trespassing signs or it’s a hunter’s property. What I wouldn’t give to be able to go to a thicket of woods, barefoot, and breath in the wild and exhale the wilderness that I have in my head and body.
Prompt Word: Nature’s Gifts
REMINDER MONTH THEME: Gratitude
The morning forest was her guardian.