Forest Finds - Gray Squirrel Snacking

 “Go, sit upon the lofty hill, 

And turn your eyes around, 

Where waving woods and waters wild 

Do hymn an autumn sound. 

The summer sun is faint on them— 

The summer flowers depart— 

Sit still— as all transform’d to stone, 

Except your musing heart.” 

 - Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

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