8.7.14 A Morning Walk Beneath A Forested Canopy

On the way back, early this morning, we stopped and walked along the shaded path of the local Kestrel Trust land. Nestled between two fields, ending in deep woods,we found the air cool and fresh in early August here.
     So many types of ferns flourished in this tiny ecosystem: tender small ferns, and clusters of large stalwart ferns- the latter standing firm and tall, beneath the small row of forested canopy. 

     The dirt road begins with a stand of Maples and varied native berry bushes, transitioning into neighborhoods of elegantly flickering, silver-backed leaves of Aspens, as they respond to the very subtlest of breeze.   

     Puddles remain here, reflecting the true blue sky high overhead, seen through the thick cover; the small waters reminiscent of the last rainy night, that pounded into town with the drama of vast and colorful heat lightning racing across the skies, bellowing thunder; all delicious things that summer weather brings.

     Of course, we saw no Kestrels, as we were noisily bungling along the quiet grassy road.Tossing long and longer branches to the delight of a stick-infatuated pup.

     I spotted one lone Goldenrod basking in a moment of sunlight that slipped intermittently through tall overhead branches, which moved, languorous, in the smallest morning wind.

     And, you know, I did happen upon the land where all the mosquitoes have been quietly hiding away.