Warmest day of the year so far and we spotted the first skunk cabbage of the season. It’s also the 47th anniversary of meeting the love of my life and our grandson is seventeen today. Life is amazing.
Our woods are usually quiet. Except for the frogs and coyotes and occasional bugling elk, it’s really quiet. But when it snows the forest becomes a very special place.
No, not the name of a punk rock band. We spotted this stuff on our midday walk here at home on a sunny day. More of the fungus among us. Always fascinating.
While the east coast gets a heavy snow, we continue with boring, damp, moist weather. Sure, we may have to wash off the moss from between our toes now and again, but this is way better in my opinion.
Joyce Carol and I hiked a bit at Taylor Mountain Forest here in Hobart. A beautiful morning for some social distancing on a pretty much deserted trail system.