the covered bridge I showed you a few weeks ago. I don't know what killed all of these trees because I'm not knowledgeable enough about the situation for that yet.
It could have been the stagnant water that covers the forest floor here that killed the trees. The sour smell of the water permeates everything, but not so much that it chokes a person. But maybe it did choke the trees. I wonder how it got here.
The forest is dead here, but it has its own odd beauty anyway. It probably looks very creepy at night though. As I walked through this area I wondered if the trees will ever grow back here, or if a new system will develop here.
Maybe this is all really because some of that old humor was based on my inexperience with nature. I'm finding it harder now to claim that I've had a crazy mishap in the forest because I know it would be too much of a lie. Before, those stories were just fun exaggerations. Some were totally true.
Over at Nature Center Magazine I have posted one of my old fiction stories that I did here quite a while ago so you can compare my old style with the way I write today. It's called A Big Goose Egg. Go take a look and see what you think. I've been reading through my old archives to see if I can recapture a little of that old magic. It's a shame that Alice seems to have outgrown her love of nature.
Maybe new life will be born out of the old, and then something even more wonderful will be here in its place. It's a shame that nothing lasts forever, but we have to make way for the new thing that is coming next. We can only hope that it will be just as good.
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