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In the Wind

I saw the light of Winter yesterday.  The children and I went to the Snail Place for nature school, after a stop over at the Swing Place.  Call it tying up loose ends, if you will, one last stop before things turn really cold.  I plan to keep on with nature school, but traveling over big mountains in the Winter can be unpredictable.  It was already cool yesterday-- in the fifties and terribly windy.  The children weren't too happy about it, though I reminded them about Springtime and how I'd be chasing them with hats and mittens in thesame weather.  Last week I was unprepared for rain, this week it was wind.  Sweaters just don't do much in the wind.

Club MossLately, I've been a little better a perseverance, or restarting things.  It's easy to just put up your hands and let it all go, and I've certainly done my share.  Yesterday, when it was cold and Willow wanted to go home, I suggested we walk up to the television and radio towers at the top of the mountain.  She and Roan happily went on, though Laurel was not happy at all.  She walked and held my hand and said how she hated it in her tiny voice.  She's the most articulate of the two year olds, for sure.  I carried her for a bit, and then she decided to walk and she and Roan watched a caterpillar for awhile and all became golden.  We all climbed the very steep road to the towers and, sure enough, got warm.

I didn't have my camera card in all this, the golden light and the changing trees and the excited children.  I suppose I was meant to experience it without distraction.  Willow made proclamations about the sloping mountainside and Laurel kept giving me mullein leaves.  There was a little part of the path where the light was grey--the light of November and December.  It reminded me of this picture that Mike or I took nine years ago now.  We'd ridden through the woods and come home to a cozy supper and a quiet evening.  It was good, that time, and this was, too.  I rather like taking my children to cold places and warming them up with excercise and bringing them home to our little house. Next time, though, I'll bring hats and mittens!

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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