Books and reading have been on my mind lately. I've been thinking of some of my favorite childhood books; thinking how reading has always been an important part of my life. That thinking led me to take a walk along the creek behind our house and take a picture of this small peninsula. I grew up a short distance from where I now live. When I was a child, the house I now live in didn't exist. The woods started behind my parents property and went on for miles. I remember taking my book and walking down to the creek. I would climb down the hill, sit in the shade of these trees, and read. My connection this month is purely sentimental. This is more than just another image taken in the woods behind our house, it's a part of my history. It brings joy to my heart.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood
we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
~ Marcel Proust