We’ve lost a lot of our snow in the past week so the kids and I ventured into the woods after breakfast and egg gathering. We didn’t cover much distance, but we gathered some delicate lichen that must have blown out of the trees with the strong winds of late. We found some birch bark and rock and Poppy learned the magic of pockets.
It was another lessen in non-rushing; in enjoying the process. I went at their pace trying not to rush or be too governed by my goal. I looked up, down, and out as the kids picked at bark and showed each other their treasures.
I thought we’d make it to the pond, but we only got a little past the healing circle before the kids were soaked and Silas was thoroughly annoyed that the snow and ice were slowing him down. But just as we were about to turn around I spotted some huge tracks in the snow. They were older and a bit melted, but they were about the size of a horse hoof and cloven. We’ve seen fox tracks and a brave raccoon and have been told to expect the deer to wander into our backyard, but there is something even more majestic about such a giant creature; similar to spotting a whale’s back skim the surface of the Atlantic.
It sent a reverent chill through me and the woods fell silent. I followed them a tiny ways to see where he was coming from and looked forward wondering where he was going. I wondered what we were doing as this lone giant sauntered behind our house. In that silence I could hear the snow creaking and twigs breaking as he lumbered through. I heard his breath and watched it rise to the limbs of the pines.
We made our way back to the house, played in some mud, watched the chickens and I stripped the kids down on the porch after they fell in dog poop. Now I think I’ll make some pie and something to take along to tomorrow’s homeschool meet up and spend the rest of the day away from the computer.
go gently + be wonderful