Already it’s the almost-longest day of the year! It was 72 degrees F and humid. Unfortunately, the sun-disc would not make an appearance; a light rain fell. The phone weather-ap said it was storming and that rain would be 90% likely to fall for the next several hours. But the robins and cardinals were madly tweeting, as if to challenge the forecast, so put on my super-light cycling jacket (and added some air to Rhododendron’s back tire–ahh!) and headed to Meadowbrook Park expecting not to be bothered, like the birds, by the rain.
On the way to Meadowbrook with the usual worries and concerns, my thoughts gathered around the concept of compassion–how soothing it is for self and others, but then does it sometimes become enabling, and how does one know when that starts to happen…?
Sped over the rabbit-statue bridge but then slowly rode through the green prairie without fixing my attention on any particular feature. Noticed the absence of particular excitement. But it was ok.
There was a group of spiderwort that grabbed my attention, with a fingered compass plant leaf in front of it.