This morning at 5:20 it was 55 degrees F, the sky partly cloudy and a southerly breeze blowing.
The waning moon was still high but well in the southwest.
Felt comfortable enough, though kept thinking about what I might be missing that I’d experienced at this time of year previously. E.g., expected to smell a lot of glorious linden, but though I saw plenty of open flowers, the scent was faint.
When I was able to accept what was there, what I did perceive, regardless of its pleasantness or lack thereof, felt more peaceful and grateful. But there was a lot of wandering away from that acceptance, maybe more of just touching it occasionally, briefly.
It was another (never too many!) trip to Meadowbrook Park, and this time planned to linger a little (possibly meet up with a friend) and walk the “soft” path.
Stopped at the rabbit-statue bridge to get a shot of Davis Creek flowing into a pretty much still McCullough Creek.
Farther along, noticed lots of green shoots of Baptisia buds.
After crossing Davis Creek at the little arched bridge, walked Rhododendron down the soft path, all the way from near the Marker statue to near the sensory garden. Right after the soft path forked and I took the left side, saw and heard moving vegetation to the right, and noted that squirrels tend not to venture into the open prairie. Wondered, was it a coyote? Just then, immediately to my left, a male pheasant exploded upward and flew off. It was quite startling! Concluded the previous movement also was pheasant.
Got a shot of milkweed in green bud.
Made another counterclockwise large loop and stopped at the Freyfogel Overlook to check the lead plant, also still in bud, though its buds were pink.