At the Bridge at Trail Woo Pond

Trail Wood #49 Earl Plato

Edwin May Teale continues his walk along Trail Wood pond. As I said before on our visit there we found the pond larger than we had thought - a delightful setting.
“ While I lean on the rail the little turtle tilts downwards toward one of the debris-filled hollows. It pushes its head under the decaying leaves then claws its way deeper and deeper into he mass of rotten vegetation. I see its hind feet disappear. The sediment it has stirred our drifts away. The painted turtle has returned to a last segment of its winter sleep. By chance I have been standing here on the bridge at the precise time of this short break in its inactivity.
The month of March, so temperamental in its changes from sunshine to storm, has veered to a milder day.