In honor of National Women’s Month I would like to share my next door neighbor’s solution to carrying wood. She’s not concerned about getting 10,000 steps in per day!
We couldn’t have kayaked up Pomonkey Creek during the Christmas bird count. It was frozen solid. But our local Great Blue Herons didn’t want to miss the count. They were huddled together in the marsh, hiding from the frigid North wind. How many can you count?
Men have been in forests forever. And there is no escaping reminders of our presence. I won’t interfere with a surveyor’s tape but if you pick up whatever trash you can, you won’t ever see it again! You don’t need anyone but yourself to pat you on the back for removing trash. You know it’s gone. The next time you walk there, that trash won’t interfere with your enjoyment. Seeing trash that is out of my reach is very aggravating and I often spend way too much time trying to figure out a solution. But solving that kind of problem is so rewarding! Fellow pickers: keep up the good work! And Merry Christmas!
Degas would have loved these Gingko ballerinas! I mean Ginkgo ballerinas!
The distance is fun but the closer it gets, the more the reflection turns into nausea.