“Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps.”
-Henry David Thoreau
A winter swamp isn’t without beauty, but nothing matches the splendor of a wetland in spring and summer.
As temperatures reached the mid-60s this past weekend, area swamps showed visible signs of coming to life. Turtles swam beneath the surface, cottontails scampered about and a Cooper’s Hawk eyed a potential meal.
In one small puddle hundreds of tadpoles, newly hatched and not more than a quarter-inch long, swam herky-jerky in the shallow clear water while their parents’ croakings filled the evening air with a pleasing melody.
Most of the plant life has not yet awoken from the winter slumber, so the bluebirds and cardinals that flitted among the brown grasses and dried cattails presented a striking contrast.
And the pale purple of wild violets edging up along the water’s edge offered a glimpse of the beauty that will soon explode in the coming weeks, evidence of nature’s rejuvenation.