Just outside my kitchen window is our woods. When it rains a lot, like it has lately, we get a bit of a pond back there for a few days in the low spots. It isn’t a fancy view, like a panoramic vision of the majestic mountains, or a gorgeous sunset over the ocean . . . . but it is our little woods, and I love it.
For those few days in spring when the water is high, before it seeps silently into the lake across the way, we get to watch a couple of ducks paddling around out there, almost like we have our own lakefront property. Which we don’t, but it is fun to pretend.
Then, once the heat of the summer is upon us, and the trees are in full leaf, the woods outside my kitchen window becomes a shady, peaceful little hide-away. The squirrels chase one another around and around one of the big trees; the chipmunks play hide-and-seek in the dead tree trunks; and the birds flit and float, their chirping loud in the silence of our woods.
Today my woods is still rather bare and empty. But it won’t be long before the wild flowers are blooming all along the edges of the woods, and the girls can pull on their mud boots and explore among the fallen leaves, broken branches, and tangled vines in the beauty of our woods, right outside our kitchen window.