Broadmoor Breather

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours . . .

Not me, Baby!

Whenever the world gets too much (which, judging from the mental agitation of my friends, is happening with alarming frequency) I head straight to Nature.

In this case, the Massachusetts Audubon Society’s Broadmoor Wildlife Sanctuary in Natick, Massachusetts.

(Natick is just a 30-minute train ride from Boston.
And with my senior discount, it’s only $8.50 roundtrip.
Talk about groovy!)

Broadmoor provides the perfect blend of forest


and water features

The city is great, but not when you need mental clarity.

Traffic noise? I think not.

Today was just perfect: sunny and warm, but not too hot.

Whenever I have important things to think about, I head right to a place like this.

Where I can be alone with my thoughts.

Technically speaking, I had to share with a few deer flies.
But they are part of Nature too!

I managed to figure a few things out.

Which is good.

As the poet of Tintern Abbey said so well:
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

She never lets me down.