Our work is to care for our beautiful land and share it with others—to learn, to discover, to be enveloped by the beauties and wonders of Nature around us, even in the cold and dark of winter.
The sound of wind blowing the fallen leaves, the quiet of foggy mornings, the fall of rain-sometimes gentle, sometimes in torrents-the running water of streams and springs to discover and hear, babbling, rippling, or roaring. Streams and springs suddenly reappearing, flowing over moss-covered rocks and awakening the silent ferns.
Barren trees raising their bold limbs high above the forest floor in myriad patterns of light and dark. Only the bold beeches stay clothed with golden dancing leaves on long winter days, until the sharp anxious buds of spring push them off to fall sadly over the welcoming earth.
The forest floor still covered with plants, Partridge Berry, Pipsissewa, Little Brown Jug, Cranefly Orchids, struggling bravely, thrusting through dry leaves to grasp the precious energy of the sun randomly appearing through the bare canopy of trees above to feed their searching roots for the coming summer shade. Acorns and hickories layer the pathways, feeding the creatures searching for survival on these barren days, flying squirrels, raccoons, coyotes, chipmunks, possums, and even lost and sad armadillos wondering why they have come to this strange cold country from their sunny homes in the south.
Below a flowing spring, magical creatures sometimes appear on sunny days, flying in mysterious formations, for no apparent reason. Too small to be more than a wisp of life, they circle and fall to the cool water then rise upward to circle again, over and over in infinite patterns of the life of all living things.
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