#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Beaver bites

Some sunlight this morning changes everything about my walk. I fall back in love with my habitat. I wander happily to and through the meadow, by the river wetlands, the muck and the old milkweed husks, feeling cheerful, at home. I go to see what the beaver, who live on this river, have been doing with the aspens at the edge of the meadow. A few are felled by their hard work. It makes me very happy. Not to see the loss of the beautiful tree. But to see the evidence of the who makes a home here. Birds are singing, returning to nests. The white tail deer leap through the mud out of sight. I keep walking, and we leave the meadow, head up Hospital Road to the Charles Link trail, and walk through the woods to the other side of the river, the mallards hear us coming and fly up into the trees. We descend the hill and I slop along by the river feeling very settled and happily home in the beauty of this landscape inching toward spring, taking its time. For the first time since I’ve been back I feel like I could stay out here all day and play and be curious and explore.