The path to my treasured forest retreat was wet and slippery. That should have been a clue to the unanticipated Nature Spirit transformations. The River Nymphs had created a tributary where the trail once existed.
Slugging back up the hill, I was greeted by the shimmering blue sky and invited to follow an orchard road into an enchanting space.
Later I was delighted to learn about these natural gifts growing in my own back yard and felt the intentions of the nurturing nature spirits guiding me.
My Druid roots are showing this Thanksgiving season.