We went on a walk today beside our little creek. We wanted to walk further than we ever had before. The very last of the snow was barely hanging on in the mid-day sun; it felt like spring, with a stiff breeze.
Everything is so green beside the creek, and the garlic mustard is up and perfect for picking. I think I'll freeze a batch.
At the very end of the farthest we could go along the creek path, we found the biggest shelf mushrooms I've ever consciously seen; they were glowing in the sun, and it felt like a divine discovery. 
And on the way back we noticed some beautiful trees with thorns. It doesn't look like the honey locust species I'm familiar with, so I'm going to look into it more. Something about the pattern and look of the thorns were so striking and almost gothic looking, to me. I tried to take pictures but didn't do much justice. The smaller branches grew draped downward, and the thorns were about one inch, and not hollow. Where some of the bark had fallen off of the tree, I noticed an orange color.
So grateful for the sun and the world today. 
Post a new thread about this blog entry:
