I've been taking evening walks, enjoying the sounds of late summer: cicadas, chimney swifts and even a rain crow. I've been following my feet which have led me to the northern most part of the swamp. There is a road and power lines which I don't like but because they are kept clear with mowing and spraying it it keeps the trees at bay and has created a wet meadow. Driving past, you wouldn't look twice but on foot it is magical. The color red kept getting my attention: the red berries of green dragon, the red petals of cardinal flower, the red stems of aralia spinosa and poke salad, red trumpets of trumpet creeper and the red hot pink of the sphinx moth wings as it hovered in the grasses.
On the way to this wet meadow I pass another meadow along the north side of the Yalobusha. It's recovering from being cut over about 10 years ago. It is also a magical place this time of year - a carpet of blooms.