This entry is going to be about some traveling I did but in the form of creative writing (a story of sorts).
On March 1st I left the snowy trails of Pico’s Peak. Where we saw not a inch of true ground not covered in snow, still truly winter in Vermont. There was no animal tracks to be seen except a squirrel track here and there. I watch as the trees changed up our path, from maples and beeches, to birches and pines, to firs and spruce.
On March 6th I found myself many miles south in Virginia where in the lowland the hardwood buds had began to sprout. The dogwoods, oaks, and maples were showing their color buds and flowers.
On March 8th I found myself even farther from the snow filled land of Vermont mountains. I found myself in the mountains of West Virginia where the mountain wild flowers were in bloom and the mountain laurel was showing its colors. The forests with their thick woody undergrowth was a dense mix of greens and rusty browns. However, I spent my first few days sawing down 600 prickly red cedars.
I left that mountain with more money in my pocket than before just enough to cover my gas there and eventually back. We left and went into Shenandoah National Park, were we encounter more ground uncovered from snow, our friends the Moss, club moss, hornworts and low non-vascular plants were with us.
Soon enough we left those woods and met something unexpected, the coronavirus. Nonetheless, we ripped our way home in one fouls swoop behind the wheel. We I returned home to central Massachusetts again there was no snow I was even starting to miss my old friend. It felt a little bit more like spring than on the morning we left.
On March 14th, I met my friends the low non vascular plants again this time in my woods on the chossy rock of my backyard. However, spring was still behind that of Virginia and ahead that of Vermont. Only a select few of trees were dipping their toes in the cool spring air and opening their buds ever so slightly.
Maybe I wanted one that look at winter before he went away. So I drove with some friends up to the White Mountains before the quarantine order struck.
Up high the snow remain and winter held on and in the valley he was giving ground. It was nice to truly bid him by I had cheated him of it before when I change my climate somewhat artificially.
