I went to North Table Mountain Ecological Preserve this weekend. Before I got there, I felt drained from a busy and emotional week, and I hoped that a walk would help me clear my head.
Everywhere I looked, flowers painted the landscape with purples, yellows, whites, pinks and oranges. Poppies spilled down valleys between basalt columns. Buttercups flowed around rock piles. It looked as if Mother Nature had gone wild with her paintbrush on the lush green canvas of spring.
I feasted my eyes on the flowers, ranging from tiny yellow threads on the rocks to large stalks of lupine. Close up, each type had its own color, shape and size. From a distance, they simply looked like fields aflame with color.
Sometimes they formed a solid band of color. Other times, the flowers mixed together to show off their differences.
I left North Table Mountain eight miles and many memories later, once again amazed by the power of nature to put life into perspective.
Things I've Learned Along The Way 