At season’s end I always pause for reflection. Such good fortune to have been able to once again meld with the earth and revive my soul amid the springtime wonders of nature. The vivid mental impress of the season's experiences will sustain me through the coming year: the welcome feel of the soft forest loam beneath my feet and its fertile smell upon the air; the sounds and sights of the scarlet tanager, indigo bunting, oriole and yellow finch against nature’s greening canvas; the shriek of startled turkeys missiling through the air, the distant hoot of unseen owls, the screams of a nesting hawk; deer staring at this creature as he, motionless, stares back; jack-in-the-pulpit, bluebells, bellworts, violets, wild hyacinth, Dutchman’s –breeches, twinleaf, trillium--the much-maligned dandelion so exalted in its wild abode--and so very many things I know only by sight. So much to learn! One forest mouse, a few rabbits, an occasional chipmunk, and squirrels galore! And it now occurs to me that I encountered only one bee—a bumble—at least of which I am conscious. Morels in the moss and beneath all forms of briars; a salute to the many that eluded me! The renewal of nature and myself within it reaffirm my obligation to conserve and preserve this splendor. Indeed, it is part of a life’s good work to do what one can to ensure that people in a distant future, who we will never know, can experience the infinite pleasures of the wild. The joy that has enriched souls for countless centuries must remain timeless and perennial. 340 days…then it all begins anew. What are others feeling?