We chose an unassuming trail. After straddling a rusted iron gate, we strolled down a wide path, bordered on either side by White Pine, Hemlock, and Oaks, interspersed with Iron Wood and Beech. The ground was unusually soft and springy, seemingly silty and covered in a carpet of green moss.
|Northern White Violet (Viola pallens)|
We soon came to a cemetery with headstones, some as simple as a jagged piece of slate stuck into the earth, others shaped and engraved yet so weathered they were hardly legible. I must admit, I spent little time inspecting dates and inscriptions but rather found myself on hands and knees exclaiming at various Violets peeking through the yellow-green grass, the white-speckled carpets of Chickweed running from head to foot-stone, and the delicate Bluets clustered about the bases of gnarled trees. Not only was the sight of all these Spring -sprung wildflowers beautiful, illuminated in dappled sunlight, colorful and vibrant amidst gray standing rock; but it was an edible utopia - the most abundant I'd seen since being home.
|Unknown blue Violet (Viola )|
|Creeping Bluets (Houstonia serpyllifolia)|
|Running Cedar (Lycopodium digitatum) bearing last year's seedpods|
|Canada Mayflower (Maianthemum canadense)|
|Trout Lily (Erythronium americanum) leaf|
|Trout Lily in flower|
|Bloodroot (Sanguinaria canadensis)|
|Dutchman's Breeches (Dicentra cucullaria)|