From the left, a perfect preying mantis egg case in the old apple orchard, honeysuckle-like buds and then flowers on a small tree, a twirling tendril on a spikey vine, and a may apple bud on a tall may apple plant.
Higher up near the top of Jones Mountain I saw my first bloodroot bud. Having done all these drawings on the way up, I put my sketchbook snd pen in my back pocket and came down the mountain on the wild switchbacks of the Barefoot Trail. I whipped off my shoes and enjoyed the soft leaf litter, the tickly pine needles, the cool clay, and the sublime foot massage afforded by the roots of trees and occasional flat stones and mossy patches of the trail.
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