Musings About the Land: Forests
I love the forests here; in the part of the world I make my home, I love British Columbia’s forests. Let me tell you about four of them.
I love the Monashee Mountains, and the Kettle River Valley.
This forest is mostly aspen and spruce, some pine, some larch. The conifers vie for greatness in height and color as though competing in a tree-ish beauty contest. Which shades of green on brown do you prefer?
The aspen’s leaves show the light of the sun through a delicate skin. These white-barked trees shiver, shake and shimmy, the leaves dance and branches sway.
This forest is always moving, rushing, rustling, and racing along. Driven by the air, blown by the wind, enchanted with bird song. A forest filled with birds, butterflies, bugs and moths.
This is a forest of Light and Air, a forest that springs forth from brown earth and grey shale, stretching outwards, away from the mountainside. Barely clinging to rocky faces. Seeming to leap away from the land, reaching for the sky. Chasing the birds. Worshipping the Sun.
The quivering canopy above me a testament to the divinity of Wind and Light.
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