My sister and I trekked through the woods yesterday, in the forest where we played and explored as children.
It was the same, yet it was much different.
The magic, though, was still there.
We found these gooseberry plants just starting to flower. When in full bloom, their blossoms are a delicate soft pink. The buds appear to be bright red.
It was hard to go back home, but it got late. It gets dark early in the woods ... down in the canyon ... where the magic is ...