This is going to sound a bit strange, but I’m in love with a log. Not any log, mind you, but a most beautiful and entrancing log. We’ve had several rendezvous deep in the forests of Spring Mill and each meeting is sweeter than the last. Having seen each other for several years and in all seasons, I feel we’re really getting to know each other now. I know his address – on the left side just as you enter the Donaldson Woods tract.
I know him by the resplendent robe of earthy moss he wears. It’s really more luxurious than anything I’ve seen on any other log. His moss is almost like little tiny ferns – it’s so thick and verdant. It makes the very air around it seem green and shimmery. And shall I even mention how many mushrooms he has??
One of the most fetching aspects of his character is how lovingly he supports little families of mushrooms within his protective bark. And those mushrooms are absolutely charming! Little translucently white caps with delicate fringe!! Oh, be still my heart! They are the very sort that fairies would delight in.
I speak somewhat in jest, it’s not a real relationship, although I have considered of moving into the forest. Somehow I don’t think the park management would approve. But it is really special to have a firm connection with a place. To have familiar places that you visit over and over and you’ve experienced in every season. I do love this log and anticipate seeing him each time I hike these woods. In all seriousness, he is a very good friend now… and all those little mushrooms…
Blessings to you,