Today I look at the flowering trees and think of you.
When we enjoyed them last spring we had no reason to think it would be our last dogwood season together.
Now you lie in the cold ground with woods of redbud all around, but cannot see, or smell, or move to raise your eyes skyward.
But, then I see an unexpected crane, a cardinal or a deer and I wonder if that is so.
Sue Baugh Mattingly – April 15, 2015
After an unusually busy spring burdened with lack of energy, this morning I returned, yet again, to my favorite park. Pope Lick didn’t disappoint, so I will be there again tomorrow. https://www.theparklands.org/Parks/Pope-Lick-Park
The honeysuckle was blooming abundantly and generously unleashing its heavenly fragrance. I wish there was a way to share that lovely scent with you here.
The landscape was lush with green . . . the hills, the meadows and even the occasional swamp. There were a few wildflowers and wild things. Cardinal couples were on the scene and I gave up counting after five or six.
Blackberries are in full bloom. In fact, they look well into the season and I do not recall the usual “blackberry winter” that we expect to experience before the berries appear.
Everything was there except the Pope Lick Monster! I don’t always look for him/it but today I heard the train whistle and even though I was not yet at that infamous trestle, I wondered if the Goatman was lurking there. If you live in this area I’m sure you are familiar with this creature. If you are not, you should take a look at what he’s been up to for generations. https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/pope-lick-trestle-bridge
or
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Lick_Monster
When I eventually spot the monster you may be assured that I will tell you and hopefully with photos, too!
Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly 