Friday, July 16, 2010

maybe it's more

I live next door to a wood. I love that wood.

There's something a little magical about it. Maybe it's the way the sunlight makes the leaves glow a golden green. Maybe it's the way the rain makes the leaves seem lush and otherworldly. Maybe it's the way the pink light of sunset illuminates bare branches in winter.

Maybe it's all of that.

Maybe it's more.

Maybe it's the symphony of bird song that plays form early spring until late fall. Maybe it's the raccoons who lumber over to eat the bread we leave in the yard. Maybe it's the woodchuck who waits at the top of the hill to get first dibs on the grass clippings Hubby pours over the side. Maybe it's the snake who seeks coolness by our house on especially sultry days. Maybe it's the deer who come over to graze in the winter. Maybe it's the squirrels who squirrel about all year long.

Maybe it's all of that.

Maybe it's more.

Maybe it's the way the people who live across the street respect the tenants with whom they share this tiny corner of the globe. Maybe it's that these wonderful creatures respect the humans with whom they share this space.

But that wood, it's special.

It's magical.

It's also the wood that the town wants to cut down so they can build a strip mall and a subdivision.

I guess they think trying to attract people with an AquaNails and some cookie cutter houses is important.

I don't agree.

The wood is already the home and livelihood of more creatures the I can count or will ever see.

The wood is the natural heritage of the town's human inhabitants.

It is life giving. It is life sustaining.

The wood is a place full of life. It's a place of beauty. It's a place of magic.

It's all of that.

It's so much more.


Bacardi Mama said...

Beautiful post. I wouldn't worry too much about your wood being developed. They have been saying they are going to do it for as long as I can remember. Have a great trip. Love you!

InTheFastLane said...

Woods are worth keeping. I hope you get to keep yours.