Spring Beauty flowers

When we were kids, Mom would tell us tales of when the lumberjacks first came to this area and their horses (sometimes mules) became mired in and swallowed up by quicksand. We all wondered if this really occurred or were just stories to keep us out of the swamps. Today the black ash swamp that my neighbor had logged off was calling to me. In the winter, when the ground is frozen, big machinery can run right over that land. Now, the area is a quagmire. I was glad my hiking boots come up over my ankles or I would have lost them. Almost enough to make me believe in Mom's lore about the swamp. Even so, I was laughing as I grabbed a sapling in order to pull my foot out of a sucking hole. Great fun!