The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

A delightful hike with a neighbor into Dillacort Creek which  is a small tributary that feeds the Klickitat River. We hiked up, over and around in the quiet wilderness this canyon holds.

I have seen many mushrooms this fall on my walks in the wood. The two extras also show the miniature world with surprises I discovered when I viewed these photos on the computer. 

Wishing you a good day tomorrow, whatever you do and wherever you are in this world!