I took a quick walk in Wolsfeld Woods yesterday morning after picking up annual flower plants at a nearby greenhouse. At first I thought that it would be a photo-free walk because I didn’t bring my camera along. Stopping to walk in the woods was a last minute decision as I drove by on my way home.
But I still had my phone camera. And the beauty of the woods sang to me. So…here there I was
Into the Woods Again
making photographs.
I took a side path that I don’t often take and it led me to a beautiful glade filled with ferns growing under the shade of tall sugar maple trees. It was so peaceful and beautiful I could have stayed there all day.
The jack-in-the-pulpits were in bloom all around me on this trail. Though close-ups with a phone camera are challenging for me to hold steady enough, I made a few images that I like.
I have a single jack-in-the-pulpit flower growing in a flower bed in front of our house. Every year I think that perhaps it won’t return this year. And every year I am surprised again when it makes a late appearance. I have been looking for it for a couple of weeks and yesterday I saw that it had finally begun to pop up. It is not nearly as far along as the ones in Wolsfeld Woods, but it looks like it will bloom again this year.
For the Bees, Birds, and Butterflies
Yesterday afternoon I planted annual flowers in the flower beds in front of our house. I keep thinking about getting some perennials those spaces but can’t figure out what would stay small enough to thrive there. So I plant a few smaller annuals that grow well there and attract pollinators.
One or Two ThingsDon’t bother me.I’ve justbeen born.The butterfly’s loping flightcarries it through the country of the leavesdelicately, and well enough to get itwhere it wants to go, wherever that is, stoppinghere and there to fuzzle the damp throatsof flowers and the black mud; upand down it swings, frenzied and aimless; and sometimesfor long delicious moments it is perfectlylazy, riding motionless in the breeze on the soft stalkof some ordinary flower.The god of dirtcame up to me many times and saidso many wise and delectable things, I layon the grass listeningto his dog voice,crow voice,frog voice; now,he said, and now,and never once mentioned forever,which has nevertheless always been,like a sharp iron hoof,at the center of my mind.One or two things are all you needto travel over the blue pond, over the deeproughage of the trees and through the stiffflowers of lightning—some deepmemory of pleasure, some cuttingknowledge of pain.But to lift the hoof!For that you needan idea.— Mary Oliver
The flowers are a gift to myself and also to the hummingbirds, bees, and butterflies.
Wishing you a beautiful day and walks in wild woods my friends.
May you walk in beauty.
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