Naturalist's Journal Posts from Selected Month

Green has exploded on the Mill Trail. Bright from rain's kisses and the sun’s embrace, leaves have burst from their buds, scattering husks along the path like forgotten shotgun shells. Ferns have unrolled their fiddleheads into fronds with open arms for blades. The early spring ephemeral flowers have been crowded over in the blitz for space and sunlight. Few trillium flowers cling desperately to their tripod, but they too will fall. Trout lilies have been drowned in shadow by the newly closed canopy. In this new greenwashed world, are there any flowers left? More...