In the woods, you’d never know it’s Christmas.
It’s quiet and still, and the crisp clean air clears the mind of all the holiday clutter and cacophony. If I didn’t know what time of year it was, there’d be nothing to set it apart from any other.
The crows are still up high in the trees waiting for word from other avian relatives that food is available nearby. Chickadees, nuthatches and titmice frolick among the lower branches, diving and swooping as they snatch at tidbits on the frozen ground.
Hawks still circle high overhead, patiently awaiting the sighting of a hapless victim, and the roots of the green growing things settle into dormancy until the earth quickens again in spring.
In the natural world, it is business as usual. But to me, it is always Christmas, as nature is free with her gifts 365 days a year!
Photo Copyright@2014-Rachel Lovejoy