Still waiting for a certain photographer to download his photos.  Meanwhile, the whole family pulled the camper over to the cove this past weekend for our first camping trip of the year.

Shades of early spring everywhere.  Along the western edge of the park, tips of pale green are just peeking out on the limbs of the giant maples. Walking the spring trail I noticed the holly for once — not by bright berries, now long since eaten by our (feathered) winter residents — but by the dense, deep green foliage where all else is still mostly bare.  The wide blades of irises are poking up around the picnic shelter, promising buds in maybe another month or so?

Higher up, spring arrives more slowly.  The mountainside below Caesar’s Head was shades twig-colored greyish-brown, with just a few dabs of pale green.  So there’s still a little time for ridge hikes before the shade grows in for the year.   Our header photo is accurate again, though — that line of trees against the road is in full leaf, ready for summer.

Girls and I walked up to the historic cemetery on the property Friday afternoon.  Someone has put out silk flowers at the graves, and I mostly persuaded my littles not to “pick” them.  Did see as I was hiking down that the two-year-old had sneaked a tiny white plastic blossom into her little hand.   So if anyone noticed the loss, yes, that was us.

Jon & and our oldest set up archery targets in the field by the barn and shot at 40 and 100 yards — both showed well, and netted one lost arrow.  Two dissappeared this round, but one of last years losses re-emerged from hibernation and rejoined the quiver.  Saturday we went over to an SCA event in Pickens — Martin Miller took our photo, but that’s not gotten to me yet either.  (Just as well.)

Gorgeous weather all weekend. We only left Sunday because I’d come down with a dogged bout of  imitation-flu Saturday night (now much improved); otherwise we would have stayed till Monday.  Just as well — about an hour down the road Sunday afternoon a light blanket of clouds had formed, and by the time we were home it was raining.

–> Still too cool for swimming unless you’re Canadian, but note that the river is up due to all the rain.  [For those who don’t know, Palmetto Cove’s southern border is the Upper Saluda River.  From the bank there is a narrow, rickety metal bridge out to a large rock outcropping in the river, where you can sit and relax, play in the water, etc.]  Water was about half as high as the highest I’ve seen, and moving rapidly.  Even with life jackets and parental supervision, I wouldn’t be comfortable having my preschoolers playing on the rocks just now.