I haven't taken the time to go on a proper walk through the forest as it stirs back to life. So many other things vie for my attention. But I don't have to walk far in places to enter the forest's realm. I can even look in and see the large white flowers of Bloodroot scattered among the trees.
The violets, too many in number and kind to keep track of, peak up through the leaf litter.
The pilfered fern from across the byway survived its rescue.
My little Serviceberry tree blooms. I hope the recent thinning of the front section of the forest will let this little tree grow stronger.
It is the garden becoming that gets more of my attention than the wild forest. That is as it should be. The garden becoming needs more editing and organizing.
The wild forest will tend to itself. All I really plan for it is to make some paths and straighten up all the fallen branches and logs a bit. At least that is all I plan so far.