Sam’s Knob

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 ❤️


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.

Bloodroot on the Appalachian Trail

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 don’t 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!