When I feel as though the asphalt and sameness of suburbia is going to kill me if i spend even one more second there, I go to the wetlands nature preserve that’s right by my house. Not only does it remind me that I am a part of nature & that nature is a part of me, but it also holds special significance to me, as that’s where my husband proposed almost two years ago. This morning I took my mother and godmother to the preserve – my own special Terabithia – and we saw the most excellent things:
…the road less taken…
…some Tarzan vines…
…and a teeny tiny turtle friend!
We also saw a gazillion (yes, that’s the exact amount) butterflies, dragon flies and cattails, along with several cranes and some delicious swampy goodness. When I go to the nature preserve I can almost feel comfort and peace seeping back into my soul. Now, if only I could find a time when the airplanes from Reagan National weren’t flying overhead… })i({
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I love the road less taken… it reminds me of Walden Pond!