Went out to my favorite spot over the weekend. Dodder has taken over the high spot above the meadow below Sam’s Knob.
Flowers in the meadow.
Lots of sweet bee balm in the meadow.
Meadow grasses.
Meadow ā¤ļø
Black Balsam in the distance.
Views from the short trail up to Sam’s Knob.
Views from the top of Sam’s Knob.
Trail Critters.
There is a national park in the middle of nowhere in the middle of South Carolina. Who knew. It’s a pretty cool place with a really neat history. The cypress trees were beautiful. Here are some pics from an afternoon moseying around.
Some pictures from a walk on Cat Cap Loop trail in Pisgah National Forest. The lady slippers were not quite ready to bloom, but hopefully I’ll see some soon.
Here are some photos from a really nice morning a few weeks ago. I woke up early and saw that my corner of the world was drenched in sunlight and early morning dew. On my way to a trail I love to hike I had to pull over multiple times because Western North Carolina just does something to you at 8AM. I found spider webs scattered along fence posts, sweet grazing sheep, and I had my first trillium sighting of the year.
Mostly fiddlehead ferns (they’re so sweet and whimsical!), bellwort, chickweed, solomon’s seal, and dwarf crested iris.
Some photos from a few different walks in the woods in April. Jack-in-the-pulpit, more spring beauty, trillium, fleabane, more ragwort, dutchman’s breeches, tons of violets, and a beautiful swallowtail I encountered on the trail one evening.
Spending time in the woods yesterday reminded me of yet another Mary Oliver poem: ‘How I go to the woods’.
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.I donāt really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.
… bloodroot!
Today I took an afternoon walk during what seems like the mine millionth day of gloomy, wintry rain and snow (minus The Jesus and Mary Chain). Here are some pictures of things that were easy to pay attention to.
Some photos from fall 2020.
Found an injured wren, and he begrudgingly let me get a little close.
