November 4, 2015
(If we live with an open and
grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during
the year I turned 70.)
A few deer bones among the fallen leaves |
It seemed a waste not to go walking outdoors on a
day like today, so David and I set out from our house to a few blocks away
where we could enter a heavily wooded area, Anne Arundel County property managed by the Department of Natural
Resources. There was a warning sign posted that it would not be safe to enter on
a few particular days where there would be open hunting to help control the
deer population. I am glad that today was not one of the posted days.
Today we noticed that what used to be visible paths
a few years ago no longer existed. There has always been an absence of trail
blaze markers and this time we encountered lots of fallen tree parts, sticker
bushes and even mushrooms growing on what used to be a trail. We explored with
an eye to the topography and sun position.
We stopped to examine what appeared to be the
remains of a deer, dry white bones picked clean long ago. In our neighborhood “wild woods,” we walked to
the sound of crunching leaves and only a few remaining crickets. “Stop and
listen,” David urged. We stood still and heard the delicate sound of leaves
falling all around us. Our adventure today—the bones, crunching leaves and
diminishing daylight—was a reminder of temporal days and ever-changing time. We
could hear the falling leaves today but in the next season, we will listen to the falling
snow.
My
gift today is the sound of falling leaves.
You can find links to my other posts on this project here:
http://bjschupp.blogspot.com/2014/12/365-gifts.html
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