She walked across the woodland admiring any new growth and what could be homes for elves and fairies. It seemed to be coming alive, new plants bursting forth every minute. A small stream called for finding a good crossing, without the treacherous steep banks to wrestle. The stream had a few other friends that added to its flow, and was so meandering it went all four directions through this valley. Getting across wasn’t as bad as wading through the floribunda roses, thick along the stream side. They seemed to stretch their arms out just to block her way. Grabbing a branch she pushed them aside, with only one good puncture. Up ahead she could see the amber prairie grasses at the edge of this wood.
When she approached she could see some of the most recent burn in this area. It was the start for a new savanna area to replenish its array of beautiful native plants. Mowing trails through the growth gave a break to stop the burn and she sat down to look everything over. The cool of a breeze combined with heat being absorbed by the blackened land. There was shimmer of heat waves over the top of the soil of the newly burnt land. A few trees had been spared, and piles of brush still lay in tangles. Laying back and watching a few clouds change shape she felt the land warm a bit in greeting. It was a nice time in this old land.
A turkey vulture circled low close to the trees. Perhaps this body was the next meal, but it seemed to sense the life within. Soon a small group joined in and decided to look elsewhere after a few drifting circles. The warm sun was very calming as it melted across her face. It soothed and caressed deep in her soul. She stretched and sat up watching the bird’s graceful drift. It made her feel a little hungry watching their foray. They flew back over the woodland areas she had just came from. A hawk joined the sky ballet and flew off real fast to better food. The wind chilled a bit after she cooled down so she put her coat back on. It was one of those days when you don’t almost need it, but wore a coat to be safe.
Walking back she watched for her opening into the woods. She had walked back in this area the previous month but had stayed in the woods. A tiny opening looked like a good try and she headed back along the hedge of roses. A small trail opened to her crossing along the creek. An area with all black rocks where she had first crossed was a little downstream, but this seemed easier. The hills were a fun climb, it was always a challenge to find some pathways when coming to water. The hills were riddled with small streams that fed this beautiful prairie. The final hill seemed a bit easier than a few others traveled that day. Getting back to her car she pulled a chair out of her trunk. Sitting back she retraced her journey and the lovely sights she had found. Perhaps a friend would want to join in the coming week. A cool prairie breeze kissed her cheek, carrying on her happiness across the land.
Take a little time
A small part of your day
And take heed of all around you
Nature at play.