Field Journal Entry #19: “The Forest of Long Ago”

Leaves crunched under my boots as I walked through the Buried Grove. The air smelled like pine needles and cool wind — my favorite fall scent.

I brushed away some loose soil and found a fossilized root twisting through the ground like a frozen snake. The rings inside were so clear I could count them, just like counting the age of a tree today.

A squirrel chattered at me from a branch above, probably wondering why I was staring at the dirt instead of collecting acorns.

Fall in the Grove feels like a storybook — full of old memories and new discoveries.