The Edge of the Wood

by John Messeder, Nemophilist & Ecological Storyteller

Muskrat in the afternoon

Dogwood blooming outside my window.I was standing by the stream when I noticed a wake tracking along the far bank. The head surfaced, and it crossed the creek to the salad bar.

2 Comments

  1. I stink with envy!

    • You’re getting pretty good your own self. The rest of it is being in the right place at the right time.

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