Foss Farm and Beyond

Foss Farm, Great Meadows et al., Carlisle, Massachusetts   

Foss Farm is flowering.
 Hereabouts, the parcels of land give those who tend to plants a chance to meet nature.
   With the human touch.
  Built into the colors and sounds, and the spirit of the place.

 Just steps away, a path to the woods.  
  Along the Concord,
    the river that brings persona to this exuberant theater of light and shade.

 Over the meadow, colorfully buzzing.
   The hawk is making rounds, higher and higher, into the clouds;

  and
   the Turtles Crossing warning makes me smile... 

Sunflowers

Foss Farm, Carlisle, Massachusetts   

 Oozing warmth from shiny yellows.
   From flower to flower.
 
 Goldfinch zigzags, picking seeds, with a brief stop in a leafy hideout.
   The bees are all dusty but carry on, resolutely.
  
 These petals...

   and another Goldfinch, pulls out the seed, waits for a bit, and flies away.
 
      The flowers salute... 

Dispensation from Heaven

Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts   

We have felt that we almost alone hereabouts practiced this noble art;
though, to tell the truth,
at least if their own assertions are to be received,
most of my townsmen would fain walk sometimes, as I do, but they cannot.

No wealth can buy the requisite leisure,
freedom, and independence which are the capital in this profession.

It comes only by the grace of God.
It requires a direct dispensation from Heaven to become a walker...

HENRY D. THOREAU, Walking

Steps to the Invisible

Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts   

Nobody sees a flower,
really - it is so small - we haven't time,
and to see takes time,
like to have a friend takes time.

GEORGIA O'KEEFFE

Golden Moments

Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts   

Thistles belong to the class of noxious weeds as defined by humans.
   Why is it so ? Very SIMPLE reason.
  They tend to invade the space where OUR plants grow. The plants we use for food.

  Never mind that it is a plant that gives food to butterflies, all kinds of bees, and Goldfinches.
   Passing by a bunch of thistles gives me an idea of value that these beings attach to the plant.
    
   See them, hear them.

  Feel the buzzing energy, passion and joviality of the moment...