When the first breath of spring touched the Limberlost, and the snow receded before it; when the catkins began to bloom; when there came a hint of green to the trees, bushes, and swale; when the rushes lifted their heads, and the pulse of the newly resurrected season beat strongly in the heart of nature, something new stirred in the breast of the boy.
Nature always levies her tribute.
So I did an amazing thing this weekend. I ran up to Lansing for my sister's senior flute performance recital, and on my way I went to the Limberlost swamp.
( LOTS of photos behind the cut )
Nature always levies her tribute.
So I did an amazing thing this weekend. I ran up to Lansing for my sister's senior flute performance recital, and on my way I went to the Limberlost swamp.
( LOTS of photos behind the cut )