Ohio Fall
In the fall, we would travel to Slate Run state park where the leaves of gold and ruby would float to the earth. My grandma, Imogene, would make hot coco in a little aluminum thermos, and we would hike the winding trails through lush dense forests. Hickory, beech, and maple. The stacked black slate walls gave way to small rushing waterfalls. There were wooden bridges and a path that led to a clearing of wildflowers. One time, we saw a bear and had to hide, remaining totally still.
My grandfather would point out native species of flora. “This one is poison. That one is edible and is used to make root beer.”
We listened to the songs of birds. Cardinals, blue jays, robins, and finches. They shared songs of warning, caution, and delight. But when they go silent, you know to pay attention.
It’s funny how when you’re a child your attention meanders in so many directions. But when you’re older, the shared wisdom rings true. Knowledge becomes wisdom.
- Commune with nature regularly.
- Learn the language of wildlife.
- Never forget where you came from.
If you love nature art, I’ve made some great pieces over at Society6
Thanks for reading!
-Robert
