When the Birds of prey are crisscrossing the sky above the forest only the brave appear. Above the greening canopy I can see the flickering shape of a Hawk as I hike up North Mountain. It’s cries are echoing throughout the forest silencing the song birds. There is a soft murmuring underground as the chipmunks sound their alarm, it is an eerie mix as I head higher onto the mountain.
New wildflowers appear along the Floral Trail today and I spot a patch of lovely lavender Oxalis. The yellow throat of the the Oxalis is spectacular in contrast to the lavender petals. Each new Wildflower adds to the pallet of color possibilities along the Forest trails.
A Hawk cries out in the distance and I am happy to catch one brave Robin on the Upper Dogwood Trail. It is sitting in the shadows of a large tree silent, barely visible. The Goat Rock trail is transforming at an amazing rate. Wild Plum blossom glow in the bright sunlight and Wildflowers are painting the trail edges. Honey Bees are traveling from bloom to bloom, pollinating the various plants in their path.
Dog Violets, Birds-Foot Violets, Spiderwort and Yellow Star Grass are all spreading out from the path up and down the slopes. They surround the many Lichen covered rocks create an abstract canvas in the forest. It is a graceful spectacle of color and light.
From the Gulpha Gorge Trail I head over to the Upper Dogwood and down the Floral Trail. The banks of the Creek along the Hot Springs Mountain Road are blanketed with Spring Beauty and Common Violets. It’s a beautiful display of Pink and purple against the lush green of the grass and clover. On Fountain Street I look down and see a Large Magnolia Pod from last years blooms. It won’t be long before the air is filled with the sweet scent of Magnolias from the large Trees in the Historic District.
Why do we fight change? Nature shows us how elegant it can be.
Love to You All!
PS I have included photos of the Hot Springs Rehabilitation Center built in 1933. It sits on the edge of the park and once a upon a time those recovering from the wounds of war would be taken into to the park via the carriage road. I think it was a sound practice to let Nature heal their souls.