Life Goes On

Living in the forest is a beautiful experience. One day is not like another. From afar there are no changes, from where I stand it changes quickly and occasionally, without me. I want to rewind and watch again because I missed some things, important things, although I don't know what. I want to be included in all the comings and goings of this forest. How could I have missed the baby towhee in the now vacant bird nest in the flower garden, that one special flower that was planted last year and bloomed without me. It is a secret place this forest. I'm thinking about creating a pond, I am to understand there are many hidden secrets swimming below those still waters. Maybe its time to start serious bug watching.

The familiar sound of rat-ta-ta-tat on the western red cedar tree just outside my office window draws me away from anything else that matters. Meet Woody Wood Pecker. You know, the cartoon all of us watched on Saturday television. All of us over the age of, eegads...all of us who are older. This is a pileated woodpecker, a lovely fledgling. Not terribly shy but stays close to mama. Thank-you for sharing your life with me, thank-you for just being you.