This morning at 6:50 it was, according to my weather ap, 34 degrees F. The sky was a pretty uniform light grey, and light rain was falling. This winter has been characterized by ice. A lot of freeze-thaw-freeze.
Headed for Meadowbrook Park a little reluctant to get the camera out in the rain, but early on it seemed necessary to do so: spotted a dark, shrunken apple on “my” tree.
The water was high in McCullough and flowing from Davis Creek.
The rain and clouds seemed to keep animal activity to a minimum; saw no deer and few birds. Today this chilly, damp weather felt like a blanket, a source of calm even protection. It had a pleasant muting effect. Sometimes what’s need is commotion and activity; sometimes calm and quiet. Even before anything is resolved.
Mostly was able to resist photographing the muted landscape, though did like the clinging, curled burr oak leaves.
Farther along, the pale yellow-brown, dry prairie grass was punctuated by Baptisia pods and bush clover seed heads, which I mostly did not stop for. But one old Baptisia plant stood so upright and intact I gave in to the urge to record it.
The light rain continued as I took the turn to the north, between the prairie within the “small loop” and the encroaching Clark-Lindsay Village.
We nature-lovers abhor the loss of habitat, or even of buffer zones between habitat and human activity. But I will be glad that some people, maybe some with limited mobility, will be able to look out their window and see the seasons change in Meadowbrook Park. Hope they’ll know what a privilege it will be.