I think spring is finally here in Tennessee. After a few cold days, the temperatures are
up in the 70s (!!!!) and the flowers are blooming happily. Himself and I took a walk down to the lake to
see what was going on there.
The wild prairie trillium is blooming everywhere.
It’s also known as ‘wake robin’.
The Spring Beauties were in abundance too.
And the purple Dead Nettle were as thick as ever. I don’t think this one ever goes dormant
around here. It likes places with
disturbed soil and you’ll see it thick in farm field in the spring. It looks like a purple carpet. It’s call ‘dead’ nettle because it looks
similar to a stinging nettle but it doesn’t sting… hence ‘dead’ of stings. It is actually in the mint family and can be
eaten (tho it doesn’t really taste like all that much). It is full of antioxidants tho…
The May Apples are just coming up.
The stone I sat on next to the lake was really rough and
when I took a closer look, it became apparent why…
It was full of fossil crinoid stem segments. I think they are from the Silurian period. (The ‘what’ from Dr. Bhatia’s geology class
stuck pretty well but the ‘when’ has disappeared just like the dinosaurs!)
It’s been a busy winter for several of the local critters.
The beaver have really re-landscaped the shore line.
And what about this palooza of black walnut shells? That tree behind them is about 2’ wide!
Wow.
Himself wanted to hike a bit. Since I was feeling a bit under the weather I
walked about 100 feet to the left side of the lake; a side we don’t go on
because it is pretty brushy. That little
distance is all that is open and easy to walk.
The view sure is different from this side!
I amused myself by snapping some photos while I waited.
Not a good cast…
While Himself was gone, I could hear one of the cows
bellowing up over the hill. She went on and on, so much so that I became
concerned. When Himself got back he
offered to go check to see if she was stuck or something.
As he went back up the hill, the bellowing became louder and
louder. At least we knew she wasn’t
stuck!
It wasn’t long before we saw her. She actually seemed to be stomping as she
came down the hill…bellowing as she came.
Doesn’t she look cranky?
She gave me a sour look and let her opinion of the world be
known.
Then stomped on down the trail to the big open pasture on
the other side of the lake.
Just in case, Himself went on up to have a look around to
see if he could figure out the reason for her discontent. Everyone else was calmly munching away on the
new grass, not the least bit concerned about ol’ Fussy.
After he finished checking, he came on back to where I was
waiting. We then headed back home
ourselves… still hearing Fussy carrying on up on the hill!