Spring's sprung

 

Water bubbling up through one of the forestry tracks; it was so wet out in the forest this morning that as rain fell from above springs sprung from below.

Late to the game

 

Just as the buds begin to fatten, and the canopy prepares to come into leaf, a touch late the forest finely looks comfortable with being wet. It's been another in a growing parade of weird weather winters; no rhyme or reason to the weather, instead a constant whack a mole of unrelated weather types.

A time to reflect

As Samhain and the end of the year approaches, walking through the forest is a perfect time to reflect on the year just gone. I hope the Fates were kind to you.