This season can be really crazy for a naturalist. Everybody wants a walk in the woods… You run from one group to the next. Or you run to check bird boxes, or mist nets, or ponds with dragons flying… As my boss once said, “Too much of a good thing is still too much.” So it seems…
Today when I got to work, I just couldn’t stand the idea of getting immediately into the work flow… Camp registrations, walk confirmations, program preparations… I decided I really just needed a walk. Alone. With camera. Slow. Without purpose. So relaxing. So that’s what I did.
I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. I was ready to accept whatever nature tossed my way. A muskrat. A daisy. A feather.
What is it about morning and dew and Green Frog songs that can melt the stress away?
I watched a Muskrat swim across a pond and an Oriole fight off a Crow. I watched birds flit among branches catching food for themselves and for babies. I startled a deer and heard it go crashing through the pond snorting. I noticed dew dripping from sunlit flowers. I saw a spider by an egg sack.
They say that nature restores and heals. I send all these images and sensations to you, Paul. They restored me. May they restore you. You are strong. You will pull through.