Forest therapy

Yesterday and today I got out to the forest to get walking time in that was not on pavement.  It is still cloudy and damp from the rain on Thursday but it makes the forest interesting. Wet leaves are really pretty.  There was some fall color but mostly we are still green.

I remembered some lines from this poem by Mary Oliver so I am sharing it here.  It speaks to me about what happens after rain.

That rubber ducky looking over the trail was a good chuckle too.  You never know what you might see on the Palmetto Trail.  

Lingering in Happiness
by Mary Oliver, from Why I Wake Early
After rain after many days without rain,
it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,
and the dampness there, married now to gravity,
falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground
where it will disappear–but not, of course, vanish
except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share,
and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss;
a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole’s tunnel;
and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years,
will feel themselves being touched.