March

March is an ambiguous month that does not know whether to be balmy or cold.  It is when the blossoms open on the Serviceberry trees, and with them the hopes of all mountain folk that spring will indeed return.

On the forest floor the heartiest of spring wildflowers break the cold ground.  Oconee Bells, famous in botanical circles as the plant that was lost for a hundred years; Spring Beauty, the most delicately painted blossom in God’s collection; and Blood Root, perhaps the most handsome of them all.