The snow is finally melting, and my feet are touching bare ground cushioned with the pine needles of a long, wet, and cold Winter. The smells of the forest mixed with pine scent and dank, dark earth gave me a sense of calmness.
Near the creek, I settled down on an inviting rock, dropped my backpack and got out my nature journal. The forest was full of sound. The pygmy nuthatches, downy woodpeckers, chickadees, the soft breeze thru the trees, and loud rush of snowmelt in the creek produced a symphony of nature. I sat in awe of my surroundings.
A couple of hours later, with some sketches laid out in my journal, a simple lunch and ginger tea long gone, I heaved up the backpack and started back. Once again, a few hours in the woods comforted my soul. Nature provided the inspiration I needed. Happy Hiking!