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.
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I too remember a childhood of freedom! Woods to walk in, trees to climb, lots and lots of other kids all around. No fear. We'd pack a lunch and play in the woods all day long.
Nice to see some pics of spring. Ours is coming, but slowly this year. Snow still high in some places in the back yard and daffodils just poking up through the earth.
Sending gentle hugs your way.
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