I guess some days all it takes is a small thing.
A walk on your own-- no holding hands-- for a block. In the middle of a (country) road.
TWO! TWO!! Trout swimming in a pond.
The pond where you took your first swim, at age two months.
Pine cones, acorns, oak leaves.
A bouquet “For Mama” (oh, be still my heart!).
Nature-fear seems to have been cured, at least temporarily.