By FoundWalking

March of the Forest

I missed the Memorial Day parade with its firetrucks and floats, people waving flags, and bands playing Sousa.

When the sun had slipped away and the rain began to fall, I found myself mired among the staghorn and maidenhair ferns. Wood Frogs and Spring Peepers filled the bog with song.

Rain trickled down my neck and my breath rose in the cool moist air.

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