(This is Part Two of my Colorado vacation posts. See Part One here.)
After our first night’s sleep at the cabin, we decided to spend the day at the cabin and exploring the forest around us. After a delicious breakfast, we headed out for a walk. The kids were all very thrilled to find trees, plants, flowers, rocks that were so different that the ones they find near home.
“Mommy, take a picture of this rock!”
“Mom!! Did you see this tree??”
“Take a picture of this flower, mommy!”
And that’s why I came home with 1401 photos on my card.
We headed out and Elliott immediately picked a flower for Mommy.
And one for Grammy…
We set off down the path and enjoyed the sunshine, the fresh air and the trees.
Elliott tried to catch every bug she encountered.
And everyone took joy in all the tiny pieces of beauty that the forest offers.
Beauty…life…the forest is good. The forest owns my heart. If human beings would spread out, get out of the clusters of chaos we call cities and just…be, I think the world would get back to its roots and be a much more peaceful, much more lovely place to be.
And if we all slowed down to giggle and blow dandelions sometimes, we’d probably tend to breathe a little easier and feel a little more free.
And nibbling wild strawberries just can’t be a bad thing.
Now this stump is….just a stump, I suppose. But the perfect shape of it, the moss growing on it and the way the sunlight was hitting made me feel like gnomes hang out beside it and party. Or maybe a fairy lives inside of it. Or…or…some other magical little forest creatures. Either way, I loved this stump.
As we wound down around the mountain, we had a great view looking up at the cabin. It’s a lovely cabin and I would highly recommend it spending even a small fraction of your life there.
This little patch of life was one of my favorites. Just hanging out. Being beautiful. On the side of a rock.
We arrived at this little pond. Judging by tracks and…well, other evidence, it is the watering hole for deer, elk and bears. And an unfortunate place for ducks to hang out.
The kids all needed to toss in some rocks.
We wandered on and when we came upon this, the kids declared it “The Crocodile Log”. Good stuff.
Miss Mazzy took a break.
Then Shayne grabbed my camera and snapped this shot of a fly sitting on a broken tree. What we both failed to notice were the black hairs in there. Seems this may be a scratching post for Mr. Bear.
While digging in the dirt & rocks with the kids, I flipped over a leaf and fell in love with the tiny droplets.
Elliott just had to climb a tree on the way back to the cabin.
And we found this guy grabbing a snack at the front porch.
To Be Continued…