Good morning!
It’s Saturday, and we’re headed outside for the next few days. Call it an extended nature Respite, call it a camping trip but with a comfortable bed at night, call it whatever you’d like. Mother Nature told me she misses you, and I promised her I’d bring you out for a visit.
We’re headed down the old dirt road towards all those magical places that cannot be touched by time. We’ve paused to feel the sunlight on our face and look through the woods, up, up, up towards where the bears lurk and the bobcat perches and Old Man Cooter stirs his campfire every night.
There’s a path in these trees somewhere, but it belongs to them, not us.
So we stand and admire from here.
“Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs, —
To the silent wilderness,
Where the soul need not repress its music.”—Percy Bysshe Shelley
Onwards,
Clara
p.s.—You can also watch today’s video via this link.
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