Deep in the forest

The grass is growing at the entrance to the woods. Usually it’s a muddy trail with a few plants growing here and there. Can you see the trail? At the bottom, in the middle, where the grasses form an arch.

I keep laughing at the title for my post.  In and of itself, it’s not particularly funny.  But if you were to take a walk in our part of the forest, you’d laugh, too.

Greenery

When I think of being deep in the forest, I imagine it as a place that is far from anything except more forest.  A place where it’s easy to get lost even if you keep to the paths because you might forget a turn you took here or a detour you had to take there.

To me, deep in the forest means dark and green and mysterious.

A place that inspires fairy tales, myths, and legends.

Magic happens deep in the forest where the elfin and fae live and play.

Sunlight is sparse in the deep forest, streaming in on thin beams through breaks in the tree canopy, or occasionally dappling the undergrowth when the wind opens and closes spaces between the branches and leaves.

Will this bird grant us a wish or two?

The deep forest is the unexpected, the buried, the lost, and the found, treasure.

Found in the forest

Deep in the forest, the Green Man walks, and fades into the greenery.

You may be wondering at this point why I find my post title rather silly.

While it looks as though I went deep into the forest where I might have encountered the Green Man and all manner of creatures, our forest here at Breezy Acres, our woods, are not that deep.

It would be nearly impossible to get lost.  Even if you were to cross the creek, where the woods get deeper, you would eventually find yourself in someone’s backyard or corn field or even on one of the back roads in the area.

Finding a way out would not require a compass, a map, or even some bread crumbs.  Just walk in any direction and you will reach (rural) civilization in almost no time at all.  And, if you happen to be out at sunrise on a foggy morning like we had this morning, just follow the sunbeams.

They will lead you to the pond.

Walk to the east, around the pond, and you’ll eventually make your way out of the fog and into the sunlight.  You’re welcome to come on up the sledding hill and sit a spell on the deck or porch, while you ponder the mystery of the deep, yet shallow, forest where, for just a moment, you thought you might have traveled to another land.

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