Hey, thanks for being a part of the conversation. This is Forest Stories.
I'm the Poet in the Forest, a children's series that I pinned out
in the nineteen nineties. Now, none of it would be possible if it
wasn't for this forest right here in South Charlotte, North Carolina. I talk
about it so much that I thought maybe it's time that you get to know
what has inspired me for thirty years. Thanks for being a part of the
conversation. Welcome back to the forest. It's fall time in Carolina. Inside
this beautiful forest, the most amazing things are happening during this time of season.
It's more than just the leaves changing their colors to bright reds and oranges
and yellows, but it's the actual falling of white pine needles. It spreads
all over the place. It's like a blanket of white pine that smells so
incredibly fresh. There's a sharp edge to the cool breeze that's on this fifty
one degree day. It kind of reminds you of Hey, look, this
is not the end of a season inside this beautiful four but rather it's a
place of new birth. Because as a human being, you see all of
these changes taking place, and it serves as an invitation to think a different
way, to kind of drop things out of your own personal life. That's
how this force speaks to me and has always spoken to me. So when
I walk through these trees, and I hope you can hear the wind in
the background, because the birds are silent right now, and I think it's
because they too are listening. The migrating birds have started to move in and
with them will come a lot of clutter. I mean, they like to
make a lot of noises, and sometimes I think the screaming crows they tend
to want to holler back, but they don't know the language of a crow.
We in this forest do because we live with them every day. But
everything seems so bright and brand new on a fall day, when so many
people have always said, well everything is dying, think of it differently.
Inside this forest, fall is a new beginning. Hey, thanks for being
a part of the conversation.