This time of year venturing into the woods becomes possible again. The overgrown tick harboring overgrowth has died back. Wildlife trails become visible, mosquitoes are gone. It's great weather for hiking. It really keeps us connected to the outdoors longer instead of hiding out in the house pretending it's becoming too chilly for such outdoor romps.
One of my favorite times to venture out is at dusk.
The sunset cast an eery glow, and everything seems a touch dangerous and spooky.
I like spooky.
When we go in the day, we seem to find treasures everywhere. Usually telling of a waning season.
A hummingbird's nest
A huge, thankfully abandoned, hornet's nest.
And sometimes the forest is just a big playground of downed trees, large rocks, small caves, and rotting trunks.
We like to show off our strength and challenge each other to arborious martial arts.
This event involves much kicking,
And they may have even be shoulder injuries. And the somewhat funny fact is that the rotting tree all though it shook against our terrible fury and wrath,
still stands to this very day.
But we shook our fists, and swore swears worthy of the hushed whispers of disbelieving and horrified neighbors.
We did what any group of wild hooligans would do. We marched right on home and baked a batch of goodness,
and break danced like nobody's business.
Cause that's how we roll.