Change: Will it Do Us Good? #sol18
March 26, 2019
Our Massachusetts’ house sits at the edge of a wood. There weren’t many woods in the midwest so we were thrilled to have these trees for neighbors. For eight years, Lily has pulled me through the paths in these woods stopping to sniff while I stop to notice. Sometimes we notice bright green moss. There are so many different types growing in the woods. Sometimes Lily stops to sniff inside a hole near the base of the tree. I hold my breath for a moment hoping that nothing sniffs back. Sometimes we notice buds or leaves, saplings or the occasional flowers. There are three big granite monuments in the woods. I always pause and wonder about them. A row of boulders marks something that is no longer there as well. Remnants of a past time.
The woods are changing. Tall hardwood trees are breaking. Their noble remains litter the forest floor. How old were they? Once my aunt had a century tree in her yard… One hundred years old. Were these trees fifty? I wonder. Soft pines are springing up knee high among the broken remains, just like that book How the Forest Grew. Changing.
In the seven years we’ve lived here, change has happened. In the forest and other places too.
The woods remind me of the cycle of change.
I grieve some for I have known loss.