I walked in to the woods today at noon and came back two and half hours later. I was able to see clearly the bareness of the woods. Winter had settled in to the woods, like a squirrel in to it's nest. And it felt so right to see the trees without leaves, just few leaves hanging on the branches like they would want to still linger in the autumn. But i am sure when winter is heading forward it is lovely to see those few lingering leaves, like frosty winter ornaments.
The ferns looked so lovely against the mossy ground and tree trunks. I decided to walk different paths today, went to the Jack Reading's woods, which gives me chills. He was an thief who used to live in the woods on 15th century and had no happy ending. It is said that his ghost wanders in this part of the woods. Usually I do not go there, but the woods was so inviting and did not wanted to turn away. The atmosphere seemed to be there more dense, hard to explain.... but end of the woods I saw an douglas fir tree family. I was so glad to see them, i had forgot that they where there. Lately i have missed very much to see conifer woodlands, something which I was surrounded by when I lived in Finland. Douglas fir's are such a beautiful trees, one of my favorites... but choosing a favorite tree is like choosing a favorite sister among the three lovely sisters I have. Douglas fir needles smell lemony and you could make tea out of them.
I found an old hollow way, which used to be an old road to London. You are able to see photos of the hollow way in the woods on my Instagram. And what an lovely road it was, up on a high hillside. on either side of the road old trees where standing tall, among the younger hazel trees. The road was filled with sweet scented crisp brown leaves.
In the end of the walk dark clouds begun to gather on a sky and trees looked quite dramatic against the dark grey sky, while the pale winter sun touched barks of them.
