The Time of the May Flower is Here

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.

The Forests of my Childhood

The beautiful forests of my childhood, a pocket of green amidst the ever-encroaching city, is still there.

Here is the tree were we used to sit and swing.  It is still there--but it is much too tall and big to swing in these days.

Here is a view down into the canyon.  If you look closely, I believe you can see the creek peeking through the foliage.

Here's another view down into the canyon where we played as children.

I look at this photo, and I want to walk down into that cedar and moss forest...surely something magical lies beyond.

The sun comes out for a brief moment--filling the leaves with bright color.

Sometimes, standing at the edge of the canyon, looking down into the places we played as children, I can almost hear the echoes of those times--one moment from the past, superimposed upon the present.  For a few moments I am sure I can her children laughing.