In a winter meadow lies the once and future spring
When I venture outdoors, I usually end up in forests. I find myself meandering through evergreens in the winter, walking by flowing creeks in the spring and crunching through colorful leaves in the fall. Whatever the terrain, there are usually a variety of forests along the way. But every so often the forest opens up into a wide open space largely devoid of trees where I stop for only a moment to appreciate the flowers before heading quickly on my way back into the trees. For most of my life, I haven’t given fields and meadows the attention and time they deserve. There is a lot of ...
