Quarantine Swampwalk social distance day 196

Critters seen: five squirrels, a cardinal, a lot of gnats, a few small brown birds, one turkey vulture, no eagles or osprey, no neighborhood kitties, a few dogs barking from yards en route to swamp. Two humans, both in cars, and the kettle bell mother and son playing in the side yard of thier house.

The were a few sparkly slug or snail trails, but I didn’t spot the actual trailblazers.

Regarding my walks, I think part of why I dig walking in the woods may be that I quite enjoy being shorter than all the trees. I like being reminded that there are things alive bigger than me, and that are (as far as I know) blissfully unaware of all the worries and stressors that surround me as a human pretty much daily. Trees can be pretty, or spooky, or have life in or on them, and they aren’t passively looking to kill me.

I find woods to be so comforting. You get a sense of isolation, but there are hints of other creatures nearby. A little worn trail here, some berries or mushrooms, the odd critter makes things homey, rather than something so visibly relentless as crashing waves of the sea or the crowded industry of the city.

The novelty of living in the Mid-Atlantic with seasonal change, mountains, and different types of forest and swamp than my childhood everglades and the keys of South Florida still tickles me quite a bit. The cooler weather right now (had a tiny sprinkle of cool rain, with the air at a delightful mid-60sF is so much more comfortable, even in a swampy area by the Chesapeake Bay.

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Quarantine Swampwalk social distance day 196 Critters seen: five squirrels, a cardinal, a lot of gnats, a few small brown birds, one turkey vulture, no eagles or osprey, no neighborhood kitties, a few dogs barking from yards en route to swamp. Two humans, both in cars, and the kettle bell mother and son playing in the side yard of thier house. The were a few sparkly slug or snail trails, but I didn't spot the actual trailblazers. Regarding my walks, I think part of why I dig walking in the woods may be that I quite enjoy being shorter than all the trees. I like being reminded that there are things alive bigger than me, and that are (as far as I know) blissfully unaware of all the worries and stressors that surround me as a human pretty much daily. Trees can be pretty, or spooky, or have life in or on them, and they aren't passively looking to kill me. I find woods to be so comforting. You get a sense of isolation, but there are hints of other creatures nearby. A little worn trail here, some berries or mushrooms, the odd critter makes things homey, rather than something so visibly relentless as crashing waves of the sea or the crowded industry of the city. The novelty of living in the Mid-Atlantic with seasonal change, mountains, and different types of forest and swamp than my childhood everglades and the keys of South Florida still tickles me quite a bit. The cooler weather right now (had a tiny sprinkle of cool rain, with the air at a delightful mid-60sF is so much more comfortable, even in a swampy area by the Chesapeake Bay. #swampwalk #bogsafari #streamofthought #ilikethewoods

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