Solid trunks of striking black

With such a pop of yellow green

As rain drips through the canopy.

There’s something in that woodland world

That soothes my mind and oils the creaks,

A heady charge to flagging health

On early Sunday morning runs.

I worked as a hot tub maintenance person in a luxury forest lodge place, and I did it for four years. I stuck the job out for so long purely because I loved being in the outside in the woods.

And I got most of my joy in the early summer months when the leaves just burst out from their buds. There is always a week at the end of April or the beginning of May where it rains and the trees just burst out into colour in days.

This seems to have happened this week and it is lovely.

In the forest I worked in there were mainly beech trees and I had forgotten quite how much I loved those particular trees. I was reminded on this when I went for a run today and I ran straight through a wood full of beech trees.

It was raining today and the trunks were black and the leaves were the brightest green. The contrast was so beautiful and I could feel myself recharging as I ran. I miss that colour so much and I definitely need more of it.

Much Love

Rachel xx