The summer months are glorious months in Vermont. The woods are a place of seemingly unbounded plenty.
Warblers open their throats to the sky and sing their lovely songs.
Starved of it for so long I walk the trails for hours, my skin soaking up the moisture hanging in the air. Days like these make me think how lucky we are and the importance of protecting what we have. The lilting, ethereal flute-notes of a wood thrush rise nearby. Its song eerie, but at the same time comforting. The wood thrush song along with the smells, tastes, sights and textures make up a patchwork of the forest's existence.