“The Woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep”. ~ Robert Frost
Even in spring, the woods are dark, mysterious, and compelling. Dappled shading, random splashes of vivid color. The rushing water, birds calling to one another, and the wind sighing through the trees. The damp places where the earthy, green smell hits you. It is the season for growing.