Love those Spicebushes.

Trail Wood #74 Earl Plato
Remember black flies? I do and I have fond memories of Spicebushes in Marcy Woods. Ed Teale brings us to a April morning.
“ Everywhere we go this morning we are surrounded by tiny dark satellites whirling about our heads. The earliest black flies are on the wing, Where the woods approach the pond we notice the unfolding of the buds of the spicebush, presaging the filmy mist of bright-yellow-green that soon will envelop the understory among the trees as the minute flowers burst open. The coming of the black flies and the blooming of the spicebush arrive each year together,