The particular stump of tree in this photo, shown here flattered by the early morning light, marks the gateway into my wooded world. From my house I immediately head up a steep hill for about 200 feet to enter the woods. At the bottom as I begin I’m always a bit unconscious. By the time I’ve puffed my way to the top I’ve felt every muscle in my lower body, smelled the air, felt or not felt sun, rain and wind, noted the state of the sunlight, checked in with the dogs and thoroughly woken up. At the top this stump greets me with its interesting craggy old face and I’m on the hill.
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