One thing we can always count on is change. Nature has taught me that nothing stands still. The way of living things is birth, growth, death and repurposing. Life is nothing more than a river of molecules passing through form. Forming and dissolving.
After I posted a graceful ash tree next to a stream last Sunday, that afternoon, I chose to walk that same beautiful trail for my afternoon amble. I was struck by the ironic timing of my post when I came upon this development:
Clearly the combination of the stress crack (visible in the first photo), moisture, rot, freezing and thawing over many years, yielded to the high winds we recently experienced.
So yes, change again happens in the forest in way that is evident to the human eye. The life force continues. I will witness the elements dissolving this tree slowly back to the earth, microbes breaking it down to nourish countless life forms that may live again as moss, ferns and perhaps a tree seedling, starting the process all over again. There really is no death, simply a dissolving of one form into another. A beautiful, miraculous thing, isn’t it?