Wild child is back. Yesterday was a fine reminder of how easy it is to become disconnected from nature by living in the city for too long. I used to play in mud and climb trees as a child, dig in the dirt and play with insects. This is where we've all come from, the earth. We scurry to and from our jobs and home. How about scurrying in among the roots instead? Thank you @valeriakoganphotography 📸💛✨
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate, (They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.) You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods.
But there is no road through the woods. #Kipling#Poetry#Poem#Woods 🍂
I finessed these suckers up this weekend • Anytime I have timber touching concrete I use the old hockey puck to separate the two and prevent water pooling directly under the wood.• Still have a few minor details to finish up like facing the stairs and covering up the underside of the deck to prevent racoons and skunks partying underneath. • 3 key tools to keep nearby when building stairs, a level that is level , a straight edge that is straight and square that is square • 🎤 great American sharpshooter by less than jake