Bite-Size Catch Up Blogging 8: The Forest Of Death
As part of my ongoing effort to blog all the things I wanted to blog during that blank period a few weeks back, I offer a couple more.
During our weekend in Suffolk, David and I parked alongside a wood and set off down a well-trodden path. We soon saw some yelping Hoorays coming the other way, and in an effort to avoid them, branched off into the woods proper.
It was a bit grey and drizzly, but enjoyable nevertheless, but there were a few moments which gave us pause.
Like the flattened snake at the top of the path.
And the sheep's skull we came across that was several feet from the top of the spine, which was in turn several feet from the back legs.
At one point as we were discovering these things, there was one of those silent moments which was broken by a single bird leaping up out of a tree with a flurry of wings. Very filmic.
All a little unnerving, but offset entirely by the moment when we saw a deer only a dozen metres from us through the trees. That was magical.
February 19th, 2005 - 19:26
Death is unnerving at times. But without death there is no life. When we plant our garden other plants must die. Grass but usually weeds must be dug out so that our tomatoes and green beans, etc. can be planted.
Life is good as I reject events that are not profitable for that which is.