We all know that Spring is a time of new beginnings, right? Sometimes, though, some of us (OK, me) loose track of all that can mean. Driving Highway 8 this morning on our way to Marine on St. Croix to buy some of what may be the
world'suniverse's best chocolate for a friend's birthday present, we were reminded of an oft-missed delight of Spring when we noticed our local buffalo herd was on the road side of their pasture where we could see lots of calves in the herd. For those of you who don't often get a chance to see such a sight as part of your normal travels, enjoy.
buffalo herd with Spring calves © harrington
Although mom and dad are looking kind of scruffy as they lose their Winter coats, the youngsters look sweet and swift. Speaking of swift, have you noticed that the earliest wildflowers are starting to swiftly fade as we move from May to June and from Spring into Summer. Season's changes are reflected in the recently opened wildflowers that can be found blooming in little noticed corners of our world.
roadside wildflowers © harrington
Another sign that our seasons are once again changing is visible in this clear indication that the water levels in the St. Croix River have begun to drop. So, after reading this, go outside, enjoy! Come back when you've had enough of the mosquitos.
high water mark on St. Croix © harrington
Planting the Meadow
I leave the formal garden of scheduleswhere hours hedge me, clip the errant sprigsof thought, and day after day, a boxwoodtopiary hunt chases a green foxnever caught. No voice calls me to orderas I enter a dream of meadow, kneelto earth and, moving east to west, secondthe motion only of the sun. I plantfrail seedlings in the unplowed field, trustingthe wildness hidden in their hearts. Spring lightsprawls across false indigo and hyssop,daisies, flax. Clouds form, dissolve, withholdor promise rain. In time, outside of time,the unkempt afternoons fill up with flowers.
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