The last days of December. Short days. Long nights. Never ending drizzle. Soggy soil. Hours of mandatory merrymaking. Outdoors has turned into indoors. End of the year always means more hours behind the computer and less in the forest. It is a period of crunching numbers gathered from the past year and a time for predicting new ones. Definitely useful and it is the best time to do it but the scent of the forest, the song of the red robin and the rough feel of bark are also needed to create a feeling of purpose and completeness. Tree legs… tomorrow. Out of the office, into the woods.
Tree legs
