Rocky Hill, Groton, Massachusetts
Along leafy wings.
Through breaths of the moments,
into the world of clouds.
Stop,
observe,
and listen to the songs of spring...
Rocky Hill, Groton, Massachusetts
Along leafy wings.
Through breaths of the moments,
into the world of clouds.
Stop,
observe,
and listen to the songs of spring...
Adams Woods, Concord, Massachusetts
Walking through the spring renewal.
Young leaves all around,
up-there in the crowns, midway to the touch, close to my boots.
Everywhere...
The beauty of growth suffuses breaths, coming to be a part of my body.
And to be right here, in this moment
makes me perceive
the players that sustain the life on this planet...
Adams Woods, Concord, Massachusetts
Early spring comes with burbles and plants that love water.
Trees are still asleep
and
those lowest personas, close to earth, enjoy open sunlight.
Gentle steps...
Daniel Webster Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
The meadows where Bobolinks come each spring to raise their families.
While other birds find their ways through flowering thickets.
A deer sees us and takes off. How graceful !!
The Indians and Colonists had lived off of this piece of land for a long time.
The place where a river comes to meet with the Ocean.
High tides used to push the river back, making some parts unsuitable for farming.
So, in 1872, the farmers pressed for the project to build a dike to prevent the Ocean moving inland.
And this was the dawn of these meadows.
Born out of human willpower, they have become living homes of all those who need them for survival.
Bobolinks send their thanks...