A spring breeze swooped in for my birthday, and Tom took the day off of work (best gift of all) so we could have a family frolic and mountain climb in the nearby woods. This particular wee range is practically in our backyard and for my birthday I wanted to climb to the top of one of the peaks after we ate breakfast (with greens and a potato cake) at one of my favorite restaurants.
Here is my little flock starting off.
Chick was determined to cozy up all of the hollow tree stumps with leaves and moss just in case fairies were to visit that night.
Doesn’t this uprooted tree look like a dinosaur or prehistoric bird or something. (note the long, pointed beak)
We paid attention to all of the trees that had most likely fallen during the October snowstorm and we noticed that they made neat geometric patterns (diagonals and triangles were everywhere).
As Tom was collecting random trash to bring out of the woods, he noticed a vintage PEPSI bottle, which looked like it was from the 80’s. On the climb down, I was imagining who brought this bottle up the mountain and what happened to it from that time until now. I almost wanted to prop it up on a beam in our barn, but our barn needs less stuff, not more.
We saw some bright green patches and the air smelled of wet earth, but I wasn’t convinced that the cold is ready to slip away. The woods still whispered winter to me.
xo e
That bottle! It really takes me back. Remember peeling those thin, foamy labels off, around and around? Sigh. Lovely photographs, as always.