Perspective and research at Blue Hills Reservation (see tiny Boston).
Good for the soul.
Maybe stories come so easily in Nature, because stories are natural things, just like roots and blossoms and any old thing that grows...
Stories live in the quiet of the woods and marshes, the library shelf, the cobblestones, the bricks.
Stories are whispered in the sound and speed of falling petals...
In wondering about the people who loved this place before us...
My favorite direction to drive in: 3 South to Plimoth.
Back up to the bays all around our home. Happy heart... <3
Weymouth sea grass
Shimmering like glass.