Confessions of a Nature Addict

It’s true.  I can’t get enough of nature.  Is that even possible?  I mean, after all, we are a part of nature – one small piece of the complex puzzle that we call home – our earth.

I think about people who work in offices all day.  I’ve had jobs like that, but I always felt like my soul was withering up inside my body, or that my skin might flake off from too much artificial lighting.

If I had my druthers, I’d be out in nature as much as possible.  Currently, I don’t have much of a job, and while that means I’m pretty much broke, it also means that I get to play outside as much as I want.  Thank god nature is free.

Being in nature healing and nurturing.   Lately, I haven’t been feeling well, and It’s times like these when I feel immensely grateful to live in such a beautiful place.  Scratch that.  I feel grateful for it ALL THE TIME.

The last few days, I’ve mostly been hanging out in the hammock or sitting on the patio – and that’s just fine by me.  Wrapped up in the cocoon of the hammock, I’ve been able to enjoy the sound of crickets chirping mightily, their wings rubbing together in unison to create the effect of a cheerful chorus.  I have also been admiring the black birch tree that holds up one end of the hammock.  I love the simple shape of the leaf – pert and smart, with a fine toothed edge.  I frequently think about breaking off a twig to get a whiff of its root beer aroma, but I generally don’t feel like moving.  I just enjoy it from afar.

This is perfect weather for lounging around the yard with a blanket.  And it reminds me that I don’t need to climb a mountain or canoe across a lake to enjoy the great outdoors.  I can appreciate it from my own backyard.   There is just as much wonder and beauty in one tree as there is in a scenic vista.  You just have to take the time to notice it.

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2 thoughts on “Confessions of a Nature Addict

  1. Hi Lovely Laura,
    I am glad to see you relax among the trees.
    There is a Friend of mine who is putting a coffee table book with photographs and my stories of my tall tree sculptures that I carved from 1968-1972. I will share it with you when it is published.
    Love, Dad

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