Warm air and sloppy snow mounds, a chorus of birds and brilliant sunshine; it smells like rain and feels like spring as I head to McKelvey Woods.
It’s a short trail, parallel to Fee Fee Greenway, but separated by the creek and it’s steep muddy banks. It’s not at all quiet, beneath the constant roar of the highway, but somehow feels secluded all the same.
A couple of benches line the trail, and a picnic table nestles into the curve of the creek. Somehow hidden in the tall bare trees, birds and insects call beneath the background roar.
In a single sighting, a tiny bird darts from the brush across the creek, like a cowboy in an old time western, dashing for a better vantage point.
Rambling ... 