Bhavna and I ventured out to another trail in West Amwell Township we had not visited before. This one was odd in that the trailhead starts on private property. We passed an old barn and some cars. It was a bit strange.
It had rained the entire week, and the trail was more than just soggy; it was "water into your shoe" deep in certain places. Fortunately, Bhavna had worn proper hiking shoes for this adventure, and we pushed through until the trail changed from its carpet of leaves to the rocky terrain we've come to expect when hiking in the Sourland Mountain Range.
It had rained the entire week, and the trail was more than just soggy; it was "water into your shoe" deep in certain places. Fortunately, Bhavna had worn proper hiking shoes for this adventure, and we pushed through until the trail changed from its carpet of leaves to the rocky terrain we've come to expect when hiking in the Sourland Mountain Range.
The trees are still bare, but the spicebush (Lindera benzoin) is blooming.
This week the blanket of leaves revealed the start of new life. Rue Anemone (Thalictrum thalictroides), which I didn't notice a week ago, is now starting to bloom. I hear the buzzing of invisible insects.
Cut-leaved Toothwort (Cardamine concatenata), a flowering plant that I have not noticed in recent and past hikes, finds its life amongst the leaves at the base of the forest trees.
This week’s Lens Artist challenge topic is indeed a challenge. The keyword is hideaway. The nearby woodland and forests are my hideaway – a place to get away from home and work and hide among the trees. Leya enjoys the privilege of a new glasshouse where she can escape. I have no such place inside my home. I had to look elsewhere for inspiration.
Ah, the beauty of early spring! And those images of flowers are just amazing.
Hello Otto. How are you doing?
I am doing OK. Not sick but of course worried about the meltdown that we see these days. How about you?