The woods I live in
My name is on the deed and I have probably called them my woods on occasion but I have always felt more steward than owner and I believe that is as it should be.
I had these woods logged – for the health of the woods and for fire safety…theirs and mine.
For the past 5 months plus 11 days especially, these woods have been my steward.
I have been able to relax with Karl in the last weeks, but there were weeks when I kept him very close – watching, being with him. I walked the woods in pitch dark, tethered to him, trying not to interfere with him and not once did I trip or fall…something I am able to do easily in daylight hours on my own :)!
One night, he had an intestinal bug – I believe unrelated to everything else. It came on quickly…you know the thing – the vomit/diarrhea bug that makes you want to sleep on the bathroom floor. We were out in the woods through the night, nearly on the hour until 3 a.m. when it started to slow down. It was November. It was snowing. Thankfully it was not cold – not arctic cold as it had been the week before.
I have never been afraid in these woods – day or night. I am watchful and I listen. I watch Karl and the birds and the deer and the only thing I have ever felt was peace.
The woods I live in.
An hour after Sunrise.