Spring at last.
The county has erupted in beauty. The forest floor is covered with trillium, dutchman’s britches, lady slippers, trout lilies and … mushrooms. You could almost hear the pop of blossoms while traveling through the countryside.
Last week, I prepared my granddaughter, Michelle, for the arrival of “popcorn” on trees in the orchard. I don’t know if she was listening to me when I pointed them out. Nor do I know if anything I say sticks with her.
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