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...
Mass Audubon Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
I sense the flutter of butterflies around scattered bouquets of flowers
and see a Bobolink... must have arrived from far-lands not that much earlier...
The meadow exhales green... inspires me to take a deep breath...
Sandy Neck, Cape Cod, Massachusetts
Sauntering over dunes in the company of birds, amidst young leaves and flowers...
warming sunrays reach each grain of sand with their dusting sparkles,
glowing through leaves, and
reflecting off birds' eyes into mine...
Crane Beach, Massachusetts
... sand is on the fly, the beach is in motion...
I stand on solid ground but my body floats... feels like being on the over-the-clouds stroll...
Crane Beach, Massachusetts
Windy and cool but it is May when the beach lives as a return point for Sandpipers and Piping Plovers,
coming from afar to their summer homes...
Sandpipers in ensembles, enjoying melodic flights in synchrony with the wind and ocean...
and Piping Plovers in singulars, moving with the purpose...
