Vinny Ridge

The sun is evident today, light streams through the trees, rays warm the land, adding brighter colour where for so long there has been only the subdued drained tones of last years pride; the sun, light as it is, brings the landscape to life.  Amongst the maturing Oaks of Vinny Ridge (1859), alongside Black Water, the winter flood waters have cut a myriad of channels, some shallow, no more than depressions, other deep cut through the clay heavy subsoils.  On the waters edge the turbulent flows of the season passed have exposed the roots of bank side trees, whose roots appear to cling to the bank like wooden fingers maintaining a tenuous grip. The water passes by burbling and bubbling, add the sound of many birds, of a woodpecker rhythmically pecking  and you have the sound track to the woods today.  Has spring sprung? not quite but it's ready.