The Woodland Floor

The Wild Violets  are tiny flowers hidden amongst the foliage on the forest floor. 

 

 

 

 

 

An appropriate passage I read from today’s "A Cherokee Feast of Days"...

“April is the color of jonquils, the fragrance of hyacinths, and the dewiness of violets. The sunlit meadows are carpeted with tiny blue flowers, and along the ravines wild strawberries are as sweet and tart as April air. We forget that while the earth sleeps, life goes on, growing, developing, spreading, until at the right moment it reveals itself in glorious colors and shapes. A few short weeks ago everything was brown and somber. Now the colors are radiant and the very air is tinted the color of new leaves. A new aura outlines the distant hills and only human beings have to see and taste and stir themselves to new life.”

                                                                 

Another delightful surprise I came across on my walk this morning was this sweet little box turtle.