I love to walk. I walk a lot. When I have to get someplace in the city, I walk. But after a few days in NH (where I tend to just hop in the car) I needed to get outside, get moving, get chilly. So I took a walk.
I began with a purpose. There's a reliable oyster-mushroom-producing-tree about a mile from my parents' house.
En route, I noticed other edibles. Some still available,
As I left the road and headed into the woods, my focus turned from edible plants to the things a New Englander takes for granted:
uneven stone walls leading through an oak forest;
ground pine and partridge berry;
lichen and pine needles to remind you the air is clean and the soil acidic;
moss and oak, oak and moss;
the last light of the day illuminating tenacious beech leaves.
It was almost dark when I got back to the house. I love the woods of Pennsylvania, but they're not the same. Not like home.