Another random photo from the archive. These two chairs sit under a spreading white oak tree beside the pond in our forest. When we first came to the land more than a decade ago, this was our favorite spot. We cut a hiking trail from the entrance corner all the way to the pond then carried these chairs there so we could sit and contemplate our good fortune. We kept hoping that one time while we sat there that some ducks would fly down from the sky and land on the pond, but that never happened. (Came close once, but as soon as they saw us they just kept flying.)
More times than not these days we drive by the pond (the road goes right by it) rather than stop for a visit. Often I’ll slow a bit and look across the water to where the chairs are. Or aren’t. Nearly every time, the chairs have been knocked back onto the ground. I suppose the wind does that. Several times, however, one or the other chair is far from the oak tree as though some critter tried to carry it off into the woods. I suppose the wind could blow a chair twenty or thirty feet, but if one, why not both?
When we take a long hike from the cabin and our feet lead us to this part of our woods, we’ll sometimes take a rest here. The chairs look rather scuzzy these days, but after a long hike, they still work perfectly fine for resting weary bones.