Thank you for taking us on this calm and beautiful walk through the woods, Bob. I needed that this morning. (And I also wonder about the story behind that jacket! Glad it found a home!)
Love the wildflower pictures. There was a hill in my grandmothers timber that was covered with mayapples. At our previous home in Center Point my wife and I transplanted flowers from her folks acreage along Buffalo Creek around their limestone bluffs. Sweet Williams, blue bells, Jack in the pulpits, bleeding hearts, and columbine. They all went in the shaded flower bed beneath our large weeping willow. We also transplanted a little plant with small purple flowers that neither of us had seen before. It was creeping charlie ( other names?) a noxious weed. A neighbor asked if we were crazy for planting it. We planted it in a slightly sunny location close to the edge of the flower bed. We liked it and let it grow a season to see what would happen. BIG MISTAKE! It ended up being found in different locations on our property for the 36 years we lived there. I tried to eradicate it, pulling it when ever I saw it. One man's flower is another man's weed.
Dutchman’s britches were always a rite of Spring in my youth. On my walk this morning, I wondered to myself what they’re called in Holland? Or the Netherlands, no joke. Amazing how a stroll through the woods liberates my mind, from the bothersome concerns of another Constitutional crisis. Another example of why I walk every day now.
Thank you for taking us on this calm and beautiful walk through the woods, Bob. I needed that this morning. (And I also wonder about the story behind that jacket! Glad it found a home!)
Of course, you were interested in the jacket! You ponder these kinds of things just like I do.
Love the wildflower pictures. There was a hill in my grandmothers timber that was covered with mayapples. At our previous home in Center Point my wife and I transplanted flowers from her folks acreage along Buffalo Creek around their limestone bluffs. Sweet Williams, blue bells, Jack in the pulpits, bleeding hearts, and columbine. They all went in the shaded flower bed beneath our large weeping willow. We also transplanted a little plant with small purple flowers that neither of us had seen before. It was creeping charlie ( other names?) a noxious weed. A neighbor asked if we were crazy for planting it. We planted it in a slightly sunny location close to the edge of the flower bed. We liked it and let it grow a season to see what would happen. BIG MISTAKE! It ended up being found in different locations on our property for the 36 years we lived there. I tried to eradicate it, pulling it when ever I saw it. One man's flower is another man's weed.
Great story!
Was Violet the dog as curious about the coyote as the coyote was about you?
You're a couple of weeks ahead of us. Hepaticas and others now in bloom, tho.
Violet the Dog was curious, but stayed right by my side.
Dutchman’s britches were always a rite of Spring in my youth. On my walk this morning, I wondered to myself what they’re called in Holland? Or the Netherlands, no joke. Amazing how a stroll through the woods liberates my mind, from the bothersome concerns of another Constitutional crisis. Another example of why I walk every day now.
Beautiful photos. Thanks for posting them.
Thank you Robert! Your words and PICTURES are a treasure!