This March no lacy edges embroider the frozen lake; no bear paw padded prints in the snow. Francis Slocum State (PA) Park is greening. The brooks stumble over worn stones then quietly meander through roots. The table is full and awaits spring’s migrating guests.
The trail crunched under my boots. The maples, in particular, are shedding their amber, garnet, and topaz leaves. Occasionally the sun slid out to highlight the night’s gift–the first crystals of fall. Frosted, marsh grasses and shrubs glistened, a beautiful reminder of winter’s approach.