Slogging Through the Bog

Last Sunday I joined my husband on a trip to two local bogs.  One of them was quite open, not at all what I think of when I think of a bog - which is deep, dark, mysterious.  This was open with daisies growing in profusion.  However, another word comes to mind when I think of bog and that is water and dampness.  Although the first bog we visited was more open, it certainly fit the bill for dampness.  My toes were actually squishing inside my wet boots and my jeans were wet up to my knees.  Guess that goes with the territory.

The second bog we visited fit more with my preconception.  This one was overgrown and dark and filled with water and mud and this tree that looked like it might be home to fairies that come out after dark when there is no one to see them.

Living with a biologist I get to see a lot of this sort of thing -- and I revel in it.  Going into these 'alternate' worlds seems to open my spirit to all sorts of imaginings. 

Next week we will head for the desert -- again we'll be roaming around, discovering the natural world all around us -- but at least this time my feet will stay dry.

"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars". - Walt Whitman