Because of the COVID-19 pandemic, we’ve now been in (relative) isolation for over seven weeks. We are very lucky to have a garden and a yard outside the house, and to have places to walk when we get stir-crazy and the dog gets antsy. We recently went to the Fulling Mill Brook Valley, which is a sweet walk, not too long and not too short. It is always worth the effort to go.
As you enter, you pass through descending woods, with stone walls here and there.
Lately I’ve been noticing quartz rocks incorporated into stone walls.
The first wall we saw did not disappoint.
Not too far from the entrance to the trail is another rock.
A large glacial erratic boulder.
The path follows uneven, hilly ground. One of the pleasures of the trail is its bridges and stairs.
We paused at the first bridge for a look downstream.
Farther along, looking upstream, was a testament to tenacity.
If a tree gets blown down, its side branches will often take over, they will seek the light that the fallen top can no longer capture.
Branches on this toppled maple are reaching for a place in the sun.
A good metaphor for what to do when the world suddenly changes.
Keep reaching for a place in the sun!
The brook winds and curves, the tannic browns of water reflect the blue of sky.
The bordering mosses have thrived in this year’s wet wet spring.
We turn downstream again, the path leaves brook-side for a spell to detour into woods with some great oaks and beeches.
To be continued.
We shall get back to the brook,
And to the stones.
See you soon.