Perkins Trail in Spring

“One early morning last spring, I came and found the woods floor strewn with bluebells. In the cool sunlight and the lacy shadows of the spring woods the blueness of those flowers, their elegant shape, their delicate fresh scent kept me standing and looking. I found a rich delight in them that I cannot describe and that I will never forget. Though I had been familiar for years with most of the spring woods flowers, I had never seen these and had not known they grew here. Looking at them, I felt a strange feeling of loss and sorrow that I had never seen them before. But I was also exultant that I saw them now - that they were here.”

A friend of mine shared this quote from Wendell Berry with me from his essay A Native Hill featured in his book “The World Ending Fire.”

Photos shot on Canon 80d