Why? I don't harbor a rose colored illusion of nature. I often encounter mountain lion scat and approaching storms. Nature is exactly as it is. I respect it but I don't pretend to understand it and have no desire to change it. I don't hurry to the next season or horizon. I am too busy being thunderstruck by the waving grass, the changing leaf, the colors and smells, the melody and vistas, the beauty. Nature is as it is and on some deep level I accept that, trust that and relax.
Perhaps life is simply an invitation to live.