A Wild Encounter in the Forest

Oh, how I love living on the edge of a fairytale! Like J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling, C.S. Lewis, and E.B. White, I find solace in my imagination. We are fortunate that the forest and its magic, is across the river from our backyard.

Under an overcast sky, Samwise and I splashed across the chilly Ellis River at 6:30 this morning and entered our own little Narnia. We don't walk this route every day since I wear water shoes, and they are not made for six-mile treks. So, when we do make the crossing, I find myself appreciating it even more. It's like a favorite meal I look forward to on specific days of the week.

The understory of the forest is changing. Ferns are full, but not as lush. They've mellowed into a late summer shade of green. Mushrooms are abundant, and their delicate orange caps are a sign of the colors to come. More red maple leaves can be found littering the path. Wild sarsaparillas are fading, turning yellow by tiny spots, as if they are the footprints of elves.

I wore light…