The ground is carpeted with pine needles.
Delicate wild-flowers are seen in their season.

In April I found wild peas in blossom, harebells, morning-glories, poppies, and many varieties of yellow flowers.

I also saw hummingbirds, butterflies, swallows, and squirrels, and here and there patches of plain white old-fashioned snow.
It is a novel spectacle to see a small boy snowballing a butterfly.

In the spring even dead trees are glorified with a mantle of golden green moss.

It covers the trunks of some of the living pines, making an artistic background for the deep green of their boughs.
From this upside-down mountain we look down upon rivers flowing bottom side up.