I started at the bridge, the place where the two forks of Joe's Run come together. The road used to be called Left Fork of Joe's Run and Right fork of Joe's Run, but the 911 renaming project decided that one would now be Joe's Run, the other Farmers Drive. Needless to say, the change is not popular on the holler and we still refer to the two forks by their former names.
There are some places I'd seen from the road that interested me. Nothing spectacular, you understand; this is just a little creek like thousands of others but even so nature has a way of making oddities that attract the eye in even the tiniest of places.
A mullein still looks a bit beaten by winter, but hopeful new leaves are beginning to emerge at its center.
Twisty staghorn sumac makes a statement amidst a tangle of briers and brush.
I do not know what kind of tree this is but its bark was striking. I'll have to wait for leaves to identify it.
A grove of sycamores was one of the places I wanted to investigate,
Below the willows, a tiny dam made pleasing water music.
The sun was beginning to set as I made my way back along the creekbank.
And here was the sycamore grove, with a spot of something green...and is that yellow?
The sycamores towered over me. Such shaggy bark as they peel away winter for summer's mottled white!
White, and also green, it seems, are both being revealed. And that yellow speck?
Ah, wild daffodils! They spread so easily here, and I suppose this one washed downstream in one of storms.
Finally I was back to the road, and there waited my trusty van.
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