As the sand plain blooms

As noted numerous times in prior postings, we live on the eastern edge of the Anoka Sand Plain. This morning plants that survive on our sandy, well drained soils are beginning to come into flower. We saw hoary puccoon and think we saw spiderwort (we didn’t walk close enough to get a good look).

hoary puccoon (Lithospermum canescens)

Photo by J. Harrington

For good measure we’ll add this picture of the dame’s rocket we were going to post yesterday when blogger and Google were harassing us about not uploading pictures unless we allowed them to track us through cookies here.

dame's rocket (Hesperis matronalis)

Photo by J. Harrington

It was a strange day because we also encountered a similar message and needed to re-log-into Skype. I have no idea what was going on on or around the internets. The world in which I try to function has become dysfunctional enough that I’m now determined to become more mellow, even if it kills me. (In case any of you are familiar with the serenity prayer, an executive summary of that prayer is "screw it!” or a four letter version of that verb. We expect to be muttering it more frequently this summer.)

In a Disused Graveyard

By Robert Frost

The living come with grassy tread

To read the gravestones on the hill;

The graveyard draws the living still,

But never any more the dead.

 

The verses in it say and say:

‘The ones who living come today

To read the stones and go away

Tomorrow dead will come to stay.’

 

So sure of death the marbles rhyme,

Yet can’t help marking all the time

How no one dead will seem to come.

What is it men are shrinking from?

 

It would be easy to be clever

And tell the stones: Men hate to die

And have stopped dying now forever.

I think they would believe the lie.

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