In Los Angeles, people would be sleeping with the windows open, dreaming of blue skies, ice cream and sandy beaches. But here at 6000 feet, it was like winter.
Beautiful description of wild lands and their historical uses. Humans and animals come and go. Sometimes when I'm in a wild space, I feel I belong there; other times, I wait for that person who will think they own that wild place and tell me I don't belong. As the modern world closes in, those feelings increase. My garden now gives me a "wild place" to call my own and no one can kick me out.
loved this, thank you Patrick.
Beautiful description of wild lands and their historical uses. Humans and animals come and go. Sometimes when I'm in a wild space, I feel I belong there; other times, I wait for that person who will think they own that wild place and tell me I don't belong. As the modern world closes in, those feelings increase. My garden now gives me a "wild place" to call my own and no one can kick me out.
Patrick,
Lovely writing that went beyond description into your heart. Thank you so much for sharing this. It made my evening.