It's bloomin' natural come Summer #phenology

It's a sultry Saturday at Summer's start. I spent much of the morning investigating access to the North Branch of the Sunrise River. More on that in a future posting. For today, let's just enjoy some of the wildflowers that were blooming this morning. I'm noticing that knowing the neighbor's names helps me feel more at hope in the neighborhood.

Earth laughs in flowers. --e.e. Cummings Ralph Waldo Emerson

lupine, sheep sorrel and hoary puccoon at Carlos Avery Wildlife Management Area

Photo by J. Harrington

prairie smoke at Carlos Avery Wildlife Management Area

Photo by J. Harrington

goat's beard at Carlos Avery Wildlife Management Area

Photo by J. Harrington

wild geranium at Wild River State Park

Photo by J. Harrington

Wildflowers

By Reginald Gibbons

Coleridge carefully wrote down a whole page

of them, all beginning with the letter b.

Guidebooks preserve our knowledge

of their hues and shapes, their breeding.

Many poems have made delicate word-chimes—

like wind-chimes not for wind but for the breath of man—

out of their lovely names.

At the edge of the prairie in a cabin

when thunder comes closer to thump the roof hard

a few of them—in a corner, brittle in a dry jar

where a woman’s thoughtful hand left them to fade—

seem to blow with the announcing winds outside

as the rain begins to fall on all their supple kin

of all colors, under a sky of one color, or none. 

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