It is Spring in the forests of my childhood. The delicate purple May Flower carpets the forest floor, along with the yellow violets we call Johnny Jump Ups. I look forward to their arrival every year.
There has been so much rain of late, thick moss covers the trees with green and the licorice fern thrives. I love walking through these woodlands, where the creek runs swiftly through the canyon. Remembering the days of my childhood--I believe I was blessed to have grown up roaming with such freedom in a place of so much beauty.