More mystery! I don't know the name of this flowering shrub just off to the left of the heavy bench, but what I do know is that I love its clusters of tiny white pearls and the shadows they cast on its sunlit leaves. This shrub lives in a community of others just like it, and the stand forms a welcome patch of dense understory. The wonders of the woods invite quiet contemplation, and the quiet contemplation always invites gratitude.
He'll tell you that I had a hand in cutting the trails through our woodlands, but don't let him fool you. His hands did 99.9% of the work, and his love's embedded in every inch he thoughtfully lined with fallen logs. He's a gift, and I am grateful beyond measure for my loving, trailblazing husband.
