It was 64 degrees F this morning at 5:25 under cloudy skies, part of which settled low as a thin, diffuse fog.
Headed on Rhododendron for another trip to Meadowbrook Park, without the iPhone but with the “dedicated” camera that was almost out of battery charge. So at least I wouldn’t be tempted to stop for photos quite so frequently as I would with the phone. [Note: the strange appearance of these photos is the result of photographing the image on the camera’s viewfinder–I had a problem uploading the photos from the camera.]
At Meadowbrook, soon after crossing the rabbit-statue bridge
The bloom of the lone blue flag iris I saw last time was spent, though there still was a bud on the plant. The patch back through the wet ground a ways from the path was coming into bloom!
And then of course there was the spiderwort, both both it and the Penstemon quite abundant already. Their beauty was so comforting: it exactly fulfilled the achy longing for them before they came as well as ausuaging a bit of other current life discomfort…. What a gift they are!
Did not see any deer today, though I’m sure they were around nearby.
Almost missed the possum remains in the bike lane in the way home. Except for the teeth and a clawed hand, they blended right in with all the piles of spent tree-flower debris.
Stopped to use the last bit of charge in the battery to get a shot of these splendid poppies, in honor of a friend who is crazy about them but unable to see them just now. For you, Nancy.