Steller’s Jays by Bridget Beth
I took the boys to the river to go on a long walk under the alders yesterday. We picnicked on the grassy bank and watched the boats float by. Leaves in a chorus of muted colors crunched underfoot. A sparkle of blue in the distance, a shimmer of crimson overhead. Snow berries and blue jays and jagged mountains. I want to let it all rush into me and to let myself bleed into it. Watching Finn race over the trail on his bike made me feel like I am.
I just saw that there are trails in Edmonds called things like “songbird trail” and “sword fern trail” and there’s even a “crows nest loop.” Time to go exploring!