The trail is nestled in a thick forest, and meanders this way and that. It rolls forward on its own path well-traveled by animals and people, but usually not at the same time. Now in February, the vivid colors of the forest are drab. I begin to see buds on trees, just waiting for the start of spring.
Just a little longer, a few weeks, and spring will arrive if the temperatures climb.
“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” Edith Sitwell
I’m heading home for food and warmth. Happy Trails!