The Esopus, full and fast from snow melt and days of rain, falls from the Spillway, makes a left at Brown’s Pond and speeds to the swimming hole, passing bare sycamores with their feet underwater.
Early again this year, the false hellebores are all potential. It’s still possible that slender spikes holding lime star-shaped flowers will rise up from the elegant pleated leaves, unlike last year, and the year before.
Also potential, the seeds within the maple flowers, which will soon float to the ground, the rare few to beat tough odds to even become seedlings.
Leo and Ryder, happy outside in all seasons, now often ignore requests to stay on the trail and, instead walk through the Groverkill, from the culvert to the gorge, pausing to sip, and soak. We pull on our muck boots and join them in the shallower areas.