where native plants edged the path, like this native rhododendron,
until we came to the pond, or bird refuge.
There were only a few water fowl taking "refuge",
but this Mallard mother and her ducklings were having a great time.
Beyond the pond The Woods beckoned.
A boardwalk took us over the bog
which was home to skunk cabbage
and cobra lilies.
Old nurse logs and stumps told of the old growth that once ruled here.