The craggy boulders that line the road are veritable rock gardens, beautiful at every time of year. Mosses, lichens, ferns, and evergreen plants spread across the rock and sprout from every fissure and ledge. Bright-green fronds of Rock Polypody formed a graceful arc across the surface of this lichen-spotted boulder.
Even this patch of dead grass looked lovely, like a tawny waterfall leaping out of a crack in this spring-watered cliff.
Each Spring, masses of snowy-white Early Saxifrage sprout from spring-dampened clumps of moss in almost every crack and ledge of the roadside cliffs, a truly breathtaking sight. But even now, and all Winter long, the ruffle-edged leaves of Early Saxifrage and the starry clusters of Haircap Moss offer their evergreen beauty.
The basal rosettes of Pussytoes also cling to these rocks, their frosted-green leaves even more lovely in Winter than are their fuzzy little flowers that sprout in the Spring.
As I stood to take in the calm beauty of this serene riverscape, where mountains rise to the north and the Hudson takes a sharp turn, a pair of Mallards trailed their rippling wakes across the water and a lowering sun warmed the bare riverbank trees to gold. I had almost told myself I didn't have time for a walk this day. I'm glad I listened to nature's call instead.