We were supposed to drop Aa off at the in-laws today so we could go for a trudge in Assiniboine Forest but were too crabby and listless for such to-ings and fro-ings...so we spread a blanket in a park and listened to our stomachs grumble (forgot to get lunch) and Aa mutter to herself.

Fortunately, the fire was confined to a section of the forest we don't often visit. Fortunately, only "a hectare of brush and small trees" were burnt.
It could have been the whole Forest. It could have been the long corridor where I always find mushrooms and wildflowers, where I listen to frog song, where I spook deer...
So why do I feel like rushing out there to survey the damage?
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Photo Assiniboine Forest, Winnipeg, MB. Circa fall 2003.
1 comment:
Oh goodness...I missed it too!
On a side note, I think it is cool to read in one place that you are sitting on a blanket in a park, and then find the rest of the story here. It's so...connected.
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