Today I set out to visit my little spot in Centennial Woods for the last time this semester. I have become quite attached to that place, and it was emotional being there as the year comes to a close. My site has undergone significant phenological changes over the course of my time there. Now at my site, there were two American plums in bloom, fiddleheads dotting the trail, scattered dandelions and wildflowers and a lot of new green growth. Spring is fully underway. This flourishing of biodiverse life comes after a dormant winter season. At my site, the most major landmarks are a boulder that I have made into my sitting and sketching spot and the creek that snakes along its edge. There are some notable young sugar maples and older conifers lining my site. Nature and culture intertwine in a beautiful way in Centennial. The trails hold the knowledge of the many footsteps of the people passing through. It is a reminder of Vermont’s natural history, and proof that people and nature can coexist, and more, be apart of each other. There is an inherent connection between humans and the earth. I understand that so much more now. In the past, I probably would have thought of myself as separate from my place. Yet walking there today, I felt like I belonged in that place. I do not have to change the landscape to be apart of it. Having passed hours there, I now feel like a piece of me is in that place. I am grateful for what it has given me.

My fifteen minute sketch of my site using oil pastels.

















