Without the snow packed trails, I rely more on the ribbons dangling from the trees to find my way.
|Can you see the red ribbon mid-trail ?|
The snow is gone in all but the most shaded spots.
A blanket of moss carpets the ground under the trees.
Water collects in the cavities where trees have toppled.
Tangled roots refuse to give up their hold on life.
Last year's leaves hang on, despite the passing seasons and display their colour in the early spring sunshine.
The woods are calling.
Can you hear them ?