Floral Trail Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly

At the top of the entrance ramp a Robin is sitting atop a Tufa Rock after gathering nesting material. The many birds in the park are preparing for the nurturing of eggs.  As I reach the Tufa Terrace I see Wild Columbine they are a spectacular Wildflower, lantern shape in orange with a yellow center.  I hike up the Dead Chief, connect with the Short Cut Trail and see a lovely Squirrel having breakfast.  It is the only one I have seen that is not jumping from Tree to Tree.

The Trail is covered is glorious shades of green and the once prominent rocks are now mere accents. As I reach the top I discover a beautiful Tree with Trumpet Blossoms in red, yellow and orange.  Nature always has a lovely was of surprising me.  In the picnic area I find a rare park species, the miniature Sheep Dog (see photo).

The hike along the Hot Springs Mountain Trail is green lines with purple and lavender.  As the Forest foliage unfurls forming a new canopy the shade is filled with large patches of Birds-Foot Violets dotted with Oxalis.  The barren landscapes of my winters hikes have vanished, repainted with leaves, vines and wildflowers.

I close my eyes when I reach the Upper Dogwood Trail, the sound of the songbirds makes my heart joyous.  Slowly opening my eyes I see a beautiful Black Swallowtail Butterfly on a leaf in front of me. As quickly as it arrived it soars away on the breeze trailing across North Mountain.  Further along the Trail I spot an odd puff ball, my first thought is that it is a plant. On closer inspection I wonder if might be a spider nest, a web appears to be coating it’s surface.

Reaching the Floral Trail I am surprised to see a Dragon looking across the path.  The new greenery has turned the winter logs into a mythical being.  The Floral Trail has a new guardian to protect the small creatures of the forest.  As I near the bottom of the Trail a lovely Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly casts a shadow as it flys high above me  in the Tree tops.  I turn back to see the beautiful Forest before I leave and the butterfly lands on a plant to the side of me.  It’s delicate wing has been torn and I am astounded by the way is is still able to fly.

Thank You for hiking with me in the Forest today.
Love to You All,
Lee