As I was walking through the woods surrounding Moose Bog earlier this week, I realized how alive this remarkable place was even in the melting snow of late winter.
Of course many would call it desolate, but the difference between desolate and alive is huge. The parking lot in front of Shaws grocery store, one of the least desolate places in my town, is also, one of the least alive. Actually, let’s be honest and just call is one of the most dead!
Much of the vegetation of the boreal forest surrounding the Bog is certainly something even I would call weird. That is, however, primarily a measure of how much I’m a human wrapped in my own small self, both ignoring and ignorant of so much of the rest of life. Life is weird!
I’ll leave for another day the naming of these “creatures” (as our dear old friend Norma often referred to many living things) and for now only revel in their remarkable variety and, when I really am seeing, their stunning beauty.