Updated: Jun 6, 2020
“The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.”
Staying at home means walking the dogs in the neighborhood. I’m fortunate to live in an eclectic area of town where houses vary from colonial to modern in style with respectably sized yards all neatly maintained with a range of landscaping – modest to elaborate gardens. We walk in the early morning as the sun rises on empty streets.
The quietude and rhythm of the steps allow me to feel gratitude for a new day, consider the ponderable and attempt to plot the day. I say attempt because these days, nothing is firm. Everything flows. Sleep when tired. Eat when hungry. Cook if I feel like it. Projects only when motivated. However, our regular route was becoming monotonous. Same yards. Same tulips. Same dogs are barking.
Simple solution – change the route. On this day, we went up the road behind the house, which has more undeveloped lots. And, surprise – there were Trilliums and Mayapples (wildflowers native to Western North Carolina).
Every year toward the last weekend of April I go to Max Patch – a large bald about an hour west – to see the Trillium. The forest floor is carpeted with green and dotted with white, pink, and deep crimson flowers. On certain sections of the trail everywhere you look – up the mountain or down – you see Trillium. At that elevation, the trees haven’t leafed out yet, so when the sunbeams hit the Trillium precisely right, it’s magic. Max Patch is closed. Seeing the Trilliums was s surprise and made me incredibly happy.