Mike found this interesting, pumpkin-shaped Shagbark Hickory nut alongside Spicebush Trail. I tucked it into the corner of the kitchen garden for safe keeping until I had time to get a few more pictures of it, but some wild thing had another idea. We woke up the next morning to just a few remnants!
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
I praise you, Lord, for your perfect provision — and for lessons to be learned from wild things.
