Forest again after many weeks
accretions have now more or less dried out leaving imprints of bike tyres. A concert of woodpeckers, song birds and ducks replaced the drone of traffic I had ploughed through heretofore.
The woodpeckers remained heard and not seen, as is their prerogative, in 2 of their usual haunts. In that sense all was right with the world and spring was returning to this
4,000,000,000 year old area. Unbelievable ages had wheeled and passed....