Walking Through the Woods

One of my most cherished memories with my mom involves the simple, peaceful activity of walking through the woods. The sounds of nature, the rustle of leaves underfoot, and the joy of discovering nature's bounty are experiences deeply etched in my memory. We would often go picking blueberries and mushrooms, activities that not only nurtured my love for the outdoors but also provided countless opportunities for bonding.

A recent trip back to these familiar woods brought back a flood of nostalgia. Walking the same paths, now armed with a camera, I captured the essence of those childhood expeditions. Although I can't recall the specific names of all the plants we encountered—my mom was always the expert—I still find myself calling her for advice on my houseplants, a testament to the lasting impact of her botanical knowledge.