Spent part of the day walking in hardwoods and marvelling again at the diversity of the annual
miracles.
Overhead, the redbuds are in full bloom and the dogwoods will be tomorrow. Some trees are already dressed in shiny green baby leaves while others are still waiting to unfurl their waxy buds.
The forest floor is carpeted with umbrella-like may apples, Dutchmen's breeches, spring beauties, tri-floras, trout lillies and the occasional Jack-in-the-pulpit. And, while not in bloom, the ground-hugging blood roots and still-wound fiddlehead ferns just seem to complete the list of summer's advance scouts.
In a week or two, most of the blooms will be gone, the tender leaves and shoots will have toughened and dulled and the deer, turkeys and insects will have begun their annual feast on the bounty of vegetation.
Now is the time to wallow in the glory of spring. Don't wait until you "have time"; make time.
You'll feel better,
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