We have been to III two weeks ago and again, this weekend. Some spring rain and warm sunshine have brought green to the pastures and lawns enroute but our own small patch at III is still clothed in winter colors -- browns, beiges and yellows. The drab oak leaves still cling to the trees and overall, it doesn't appear that spring has made an appearance here.
However, if you hike through the timber and take time to look, kneel down and sweep the leaves away, you see the first signs. Small ferns stick their noses up through the carpet of leaves, moss is mounded, green and plush and other plants, unnamed by me, are showing shoots of green.
III is awakening . . . the other side
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