Wandering out of the studio door, I am gently hushed as the stories of the morning
fall like leaves to the soft forest floor. My traveling companion beckons me to the
fallen hemlock with a glance and a swish of his feathery tail.
Closeby, a hermit thrush sings his magnificient song, while the calls of the tree frogs
transport me to another realm. Pasha is content to stroll along the mossy trunk while
I bend low to greet a fellow wanderer.
Small bands of travelers duck under sticks and clamber up steep mossy inclines on
the way to somewhere. 
One small mushroom gets my attention... all alone on the edge of a cliff.
Orange and green is a theme today, so unlikely yet exactly suited for here.
Thought I'd share a bit of our walk...
Back in the clearing, the California Poppies are another orange focal point,
while the tiny geraniums add a touch of pink.
Further afield at the river, a stone face magically appears to me,
while the enchantment of the evening is offered by the luna moths.
I send the magic and healing of the forest creatures to my mother, who is recovering from surgery in the hospital. (feel better Mum!) Just at the moment I type this, a luna moth begins to flutter at the screen behind me. I have never had so many luna moths in one season. They gather, three at a time at the front door or careen around the windows in the evenings. I shut off the light in hopes they will wander off to the woodlands, to hide away amongst the green leaves and sweeping hemlock boughs.
