The last time that I visited this lovely area on Highland Creek was almost five years ago when I led a group here.
Here is how it looked on this brisk 2021 February morning:
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core. – John Keats (1795–1821)