The air was cool and damp heavy with the smell of wet wood. Nearby, a fallen tree propped upright by its neighbor creaked. The birds flew in the tops of the trees their movements given away by displaced branches and floating song. The sunlight danced in quilted patches across the woodland floor. My heart ached torn between happiness for the moment and sadness at its end.
It was stunningly beautiful in the early morning hours last Friday. I watched the sunrise as I drove north on the highway to the Arboretum. It was a morning meant for the word Rejoice. I visited the woods for a couple of hours each morning from Friday to Monday. There were storms over the weekend and, by Monday, everything was soaked. Each time a breeze shifted the leaves, drops of water fell on my head.
It started to rain as I was returning to the car on Monday. I saw a flash of blue out of the corner of my eye. It was one of the Eastern Bluebirds. I didn’t try to take his picture then. I don’t think my camera would like being in the rain. If the weather permits, I am planning on going back this weekend in the early morning on either Saturday or Sunday. I would like to look again at the pink mystery wildflowers, practice taking pictures of the birds, and see what new flowers have bloomed in the gardens and in the woods.
May 23rd, 2014 (Friday)
May 24th, 2014 (Saturday)
May 25th, 2014 (Sunday)
May 26th, 2014 (Monday)
On the Sunday before this last one, I went for a walk on the woodland paths in the late afternoon. It was too windy for taking photographs. I heard leaves rustling a short distance away. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a chipmunk standing perfectly still on a fallen tree branch.
Take care and thanks for reading.