Saying "hello" to nature

I set aside a couple hours for roaming in the woods on Friday, walking through dry creek beds, around a sheep farm, out to a river, over fallen trees.  Watchful deer and manic squirrels were surrounded by a steady group of yellow orange leaves giving up their grips for the year.  I was sad that I ripped a pair of jeans on a bunch of thorns, but was thrilled that I didn't fall into a menacing patch of poison ivy.  It was great to be outside for a woodsy sunset in an Ohio fall.

Seriously, though, I frigging hate poison ivy.