When I was growing up on a farm, there was a place called the Lower 40…40 acres surrounded by tall trees, climbing vines , water holes and a creepy kind of atmosphere…(where my papa grew corn…tall, beautiful, so green it was almost black-corn.) to a very imaginative young mind…that would be mine…it was a most inviting place…..because of snakes and spiders and other harmful beast …it was off limits….to some!!
Well, as I am here and totally intact…I survived!
Wonders never cease or I never stop searching for/finding mysterious and interesting places to wander.
Come into my Bog said the voice to the ear….it’s dark, cool, green, damp, quite and a perfect place to escape reality…or…perhaps come face to face with reality….. You decide….
**In the real world a bog is…. with their primeval feel, they may be defined as areas in which woodland and bog (or mire) co-exist in a relatively stable relationship. They highlight the way in which Nature often blends the boundaries between one habitat and another.