It was time to go. To go to Riverbend for the annual blooming of the bluebells. For the sweet scent of the damp forest floor, the growing forest canopy, the sounds of Canadian geese, cormorant wings, and Carolina Wrens. For the dappled sunlight on ancient fallen trees and the gentle ripples of water on the muddy banks of the Potomac. For the minnows and their shadows, and tadpoles in the vernal pool. Yes. It was time to go.
I make this pilgrimage every year. I feel like it is my place, my sanctuary, and my feeding ground. You may have your own place and know the feeling my words fail to describe. I came away with a lighter heart and more grounded soul.
As I write this, I’m reminded of Yeats, “I will arise and go.” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43281/the-lake-isle-of-innisfree
I’m glad I arose and went.
pelicansandprose 
Such inspiration in your photos and your descriptions. “A lighter heart and more grounded soul” is a wonderful place to be. I am glad you arose, too!
You share the power that nature in all its forms, can have on us. These words; “You may have your own place and know the feeling my words fail to describe.” are so meaningful to me. The relationship one has with nature can be indescribable but still personal. Thanks for sharing the beautiful photographs.