A year in the woods
Glimmers of soft warm sunlight flickering through bare branches. A few days in to February and the woods are starting to transform. Winter is loosening its grip, the days grow perceptibly longer, warmth returns. Tiny bright glints of fresh new greens are hiding in the leaf mould under the trees. I discovered treasure in new shoots unfurling inside the seed heads of sycamore helicopters, releasing their tightly bound spirals and peeping out into the world. It really is possible to feel the earth nursing the seed within, and a reciprocal sense of feeling returning to my own body, a flow after a thaw. Robins are chasing each other in full throated song. It's only a matter of time now before the snowdrops.