With a gentle spring breeze, these American snowbells were a troupe of dancers — those exiting the stage falling into the water, creating another stage of departing flowers into the creek below.
Virginia sweetspire at eye level, clustered blooms bobbing in the breeze.
Up above, false indigo with spikes of purple flowers are almost invisible surrounded by deep green leaves.
Fetterbush is just beginning to flower.
The hollies are blooming, yaupon and American and soon dahoon.
And soon, the roses will be blooming.
More is yet to come.
Come see the first act: paddle Womack Creek.