Nelson Memorial Forest, Marshfield, Massachusetts
Following the overgrown pathways to somewhere...
Where the views stream into depths of joint efforts to make this place a living exhibition.
And each step makes me aware that I may not belong here.
Yet,
all the suffusing harmonies and melodies come so close when I hear them...
Lone Tree Hill, Belmont, Massachusetts
Enchanted by Monarchs, their looks, their energy and life story.
The most recent request from the Center for Biological Diversity to the Congress
to provide more than $100 million per year
to help stem the Monarch's rapid population decline and prevent extinction,
along with these words:
More than America's most beloved butterfly,
the monarch is a symbol of wonder, transformation, and resilience.
This may be Congress' last chance to save monarch before they become the face of the extinction crises.
Makes me take a deep breath,
as I watch the first Monarch this season,
and the ONLY one among milkweeds which grow here for them.
Is THIS the way of nature ?
Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Plum Island, Massachusetts
Low tide opens up the whole world of usually unseen.
Barnacles, ingrained with the rocks, multitude of them, closed in their shells.
When the high tide comes,
they open their doorways, and join the outside world.
Snails know where they are,
with the house which is closed during low tide.
Living on the rocks with the water swaying back and forth makes the solid house a godsend.
Open it up when drowned and close it when drained.
Quite the opposite from what I would do...
Estabrook Woods, Concord, Massachusetts
The name comes from Thoreau who, in June of 1853 in his journal,
reflected on the area, and proposed the name Estabrook Country for IT.
Rarely talked about in public,
this piece of land is owned by the stewards of the woods to protect IT as a nature preserve.
And here I am,
with the thoughts on a thoroughly revealing message from the Estabrook Council:
Visiting most of Estabrook Woods is a privilege and not a right.
