So here I am.
Walking through the woods here is like having passed through the looking glass, into a world where everything has been tweaked slightly, everything is familiar but strange. I know larch and pine and fir, but here it’s Western Larch and Ponderosa Pine and Grand Fir, not the eastern species I remember. I recognize thimbleberry and bead lily, but the flowers are different colors from the ones back home. Bird songs sound familiar but I can’t quite place them. It’s hard to know where to start.
It’s like the difference between meeting new people and hanging out with old friends. Meeting new people is great, but for an introvert like me it’s also a little stressful.
I took a bunch of photos yesterday, mostly of wildflowers, and blog posts here should be returning to something resembling their regular pace over the next week. Thanks for your patience.