Ensconced in the beautiful Harvard Forest in Petersham, Massachusetts, I can safely say that our backyard here is fabulous- hemlocks and hardwoods as far as the eye can see, snowmelt streaming through mossy banks and crashing over rocks, the forest floor a cushy mat of soft compressed leaves, pleasing to walk on. Round mossy boulders beckon the contemplative sitter with perfect butt comfort, and the wind whipping the high treetops like masts on stormy seas only barely whispers down below on the forest floor. Nirvana.
The forecast for Nirvana is sleet and snow tomorrow; today I’ll take a sketchbook to the waterfall out back. Check with you later.
Need I say more?