Spring is Alive at Trail Wood

Trail Wood #58 Earl Plato

Teale takes his daily walks in his North Woods. “ Two mourning cloak butterflies whirl in a woodland glade, following one another as though riding an aerial merry-go-round. Redwings call incessantly from the swamp below, two white breasted nuthatches from the hill above. And from somewhere between the two comes a soft, nodding, soporific sound,the early voice of a mourning dove. Accompanying my every step is the smell of spring, the rich woodland scents of loam and leaf in this time of moisture and growing warmth. Such things I encounter along the way. It seems to me on this day I absorb them without effort as a plant absorbs nourishment from the soil.”