Hi, I’m Sue and I’m a wildflowerholic. It’s been about 16 years since these uncontrollable urges to be in the woods and with the flowers began. I know I’m in trouble the moment I feel a hint of spring in the air. I will take any opportunity to find a nearby trail and start looking for Nature’s signs – bloodroot, spring beauty, sharp-lobed hepatica. These are always among the first to blossom.

Whenever people ask about kid-friendly activities or a place where their children can run around near downtown Burnsville, Kid Mountain always tops the list. As much as I have recommended it, I realized I had never actually visited it myself.

Whenever I lead outdoor writing programs, whether with children or adults, I start off with a mindful breathing exercise. I see it as an opportunity to hit the reset button, to help people forget whatever it is they may have been focused on and move into the present moment.

I have long believed wonder is an inside job. Of course, nothing inspires a strong sense of wonder like Mother Nature. If you ask me, she works overtime in Burnsville, surrounding us with eye-popping gloriousness daily. Here, there’s no such thing as an ordinary walk.

The last time I visited the observation tower at Mt. Mitchell was August 3, 2024, three days after hip replacement surgery. I questioned whether it was sensible, but a friend who knew me well believed the challenge, combined with fresh air and a view, would do me good.