Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts
Lots of rain lately... bright greens all over the woods.
Countless mushrooms in different shapes and colors. The flowers of the masters of mycelium networks
by which trees connect and form the living organism we name FOREST.
The signatures of well being...
... and it is good to know that all is well here...
Wellfleet Bay Wildlife Sanctuary, Cape Cod, Massachusetts
... fairly toasty today...
We thought being close to the ocean brings a respite, but no, not this time...
not a bird in sandy pools of low tide... only Fiddlers,
small crabs that sense our steps as a danger and quickly retire into their holes as we approach...
and the woods... embracing every breath of breeze in sways, twists, and whirls...
I hear birds chirping in the crowns...
Mass Audubon Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
On our last visit to the milkweed meadows we missed Monarchs...
Where are they? Already gone? Or not yet arrived?
This is the time when they stop here,
leave their eggs on milkweed leaves and pass away without notice,
while in 30 days their young grow-up and resume the last part of their grandiose journey up-north...
Coming back in two weeks and... HERE YOU ARE!!! infusing the space with orange flutter...
Welcome back !!!
Mass Audubon Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
Wachusett Meadow is a Monarch Waystation with milkweed meadows that grace this place.
Monarch life story is fused with these meadows...
so, each time we visit, the story comes up, over and over again...
Milkweeds are one of my favorites at any time of the season...
Summer brings scents, colors, buzzzz... and swallows parading with their fly-overs,
a charming portrait of what it means to be alive...
Sandy Neck, Cape Cod, Massachusetts
Around and around their nests, high up in the blue...
Ospreys have come back...
their yearly travels bring them to various places, thousands of kilometers away form their nests,
but they always return...
The world is under their wings...
Maudslay Sate Park, Massachusetts
Blooming with grace among high pines who do not seem to mind...
Mountain Laurels are here at home, native to eastern United States,
seem to adore rocky ridges, much like skilled mountain ramblers...
They are toxic, so do not even think to try me for food...
Bob Frye writes:
Maybe you've had one of those relationships...
You know, toxic... pretty... alluring, inviting... But beneath it all, they're pure poison.
So it is with Mountain Laurel.
It's one of the most glorious wildflowers... But it's best to look rather than touch...
I smile... Why would you want to touch this plant? She knows... and this is why she is poisonous...
