Out and About

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After a quick decision to come home by the river road, and a climb over the guard rail, we found a pretty spot not already taken by fishermen.  The river was not really high but was running fast and loud, providing some beautiful scenery and moments of peace.  Just as I was taking some final shots of the river canyon, that peace was suddenly broken by the appearance of a helicopter from Camp Dawson.  The decision to leave was hurried along a little, as I told myself that it was hovering nearby just to make sure that I didn’t fall down and break my crown as I climbed back up the steep bank. 😉

We thought we might as well continue our adventure and come up the back way… up Rowlesburg hill.  Spring time is a great time to see the wildflowers emerging along the roadside, and as you can see from the picture below, without summer’s dense forest undergrowth, it is a great time to capture the true character of the road .  It is no longer maintained by the state road so it is full of ruts and bumps, but you are definitely not bothered by a lot of traffic.

So it was not a problem to stop along the way and enjoy the wildflowers… the yellow coltsfoot is still blooming but fading.  Bloodroot is now putting on the show with its delicate white flowers.  Spring has definitely sprung… everything is blooming about three weeks earlier than usual.

Sunday Muse

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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

The Daffodils ~ William Wordsworth

A Little Spring Color

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Color is returning to the mountains, and it is surely a welcome sight.  The pastures are beginning to green up a little, flowers and shrubs are beginning to bloom.  Even the trees are providing a beautiful showing as the mountains surrounding us change from grey and black and brown to palette of delicate yellows, reds and even a little green.  Oh my, how we love our mountains… but you already know that.

Glorious

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From first light to the setting sun
the newer varieties with their flaring trumpets

the older than memory ribbon of blooms near the foundation of the old farm house
the old, enchanting doubles and the small, elegant singles
even after a remarkably mild winter
you cannot help but pause and admire their beauty

The daffodils are beautiful magnificent glorious this year