Like a Shooting Star
Hiking with Slugs
I bid farewell yesterday to some of Mama Fir’s beautiful boughs and opened up the sky to valley, mountain, and sunrise worship (and hawk and eagle viewings). My father used to keep the fir trimmed up. He’s been gone 22 years, and the house has become increasingly entombed and claustrophobic. I wasn’t aware of the elephant sitting on my chest until it fell away with the branches, and my heart expanded six tear-inducing sizes. I’m breathing deeper. Ommmmm.
I decided the lupine was nicer than a photo of the one and a half hostas
the oh-so-cute deer munched off. 😡 The lupine is like the fabled passion flower in my Raleigh garden: prolific and invasive. Going to have to monitor closely, or it will take over my garden. On the other hand, someday when I am gone, there could be a meadow full of lupine. It makes me kind of happy to think about.
Plenty of flora and fauna these days.
I took a little trip to the Mima Mounds this morning (and consequently didn’t get my tomatoes planted, because I cleaned off the roof and pruned the rhodies when I got back instead). The camas was past prime, but it was a beautiful day. The prairie buttercups were sunny too.