May 11

The late morning weather is sunny with temperatures in the mid 50’s as I leave the car parked off Magrudder Rd in Midland County and prepare for another Pine River encounter. While making my way south through a wide power line easement, I veer into a wooded area and spot some colorful Periwinkle blossoms scattered in the leaf litter as well as my first seasonal sighting of Jack-in-the-Pulpit, Purple Phlox and Pennsylvania Sedge. Continuing around some vernal ponds, I’m pleased to see a patch of Marsh Marigolds as well as a decaying log covered with fresh Oyster fungi. Reaching the bank, I pause to take in the soothing sights and sounds of the riparian landscape and commemorate my fifth encounter with this river as I continue to follow its 50-mile course from end to beginning. Following a deer trail close to the water’s edge, I first notice a male Redwing Blackbird perched on a branch over the river and then the song of a Yellow Warbler catches my attention. As the trail curves along the meandering channel, I gaze out at the flowing water, sparkling with reflections of a noontime sun. Focusing once again on the leaf litter, first, I spot a single Trout Lily blossom with its speckled leaves that resemble a trout, hence its common name. Next, I see a cluster of Dutchman’s breeches blossoms. The common name comes from the pair of outer petals which form a swollen 'V' making the hanging flower look like a pair of white breeches/bloomers hung upside-down. Meanwhile, a decaying stump nearby reveals some fresh Pheasant Back mushrooms. These are quite common and one of only a few decent edibles you will find this time of year. Once you have found tender specimens, they are best cooked straightaway. They should be sliced thin and sautéed or fried hard and fast. Overcooking will create toughness. Continuing away from the riverbank, I notice ferns beginning to sprout and unfold on the muddy ground. Continuing back toward the car, I make my way through a large patch of May apple. Finally, I reach the car where Caroline waits patiently while enjoying the sunshine and a good book.

The springtime forest I stroll 

is burgeoning with green, 

from the canopy above and the

carpet of brittle leaves below.

And yet, I cannot linger 

to admire the dainty Trillium 

or enjoy the sweet song of a Wren.

Instead, I push on, for my senses 

are drawn beyond the tall Aspen 

to a flowing watercourse  that 

lures me with its murmuring 

water and verdant banks.

D. DeGraaf