Yesterday was my first opportunity of open-up season to stop at the river spot I used to blog about on a weekly basis. The other handful of times I've been by the spot the parking area was clogged with vehicles. Lots of people mingling very close without masks. But yesterday there was just one car with an empty boat trailer. I was able to get out and wander around for the better part of twenty minutes. Below is more or less what I looked like while I did it. No mask on because there were no people. It was right in my pocket and what a fine treat to be able to keep it there. It's a first beyond the car and somewhere on our property.
This was supposed to be a picture of the two oak crowns. But I inadvertently turned it into a reverse phase selfie and didn't realize until I was back home. I love the joyous shine in my eyes and how the trees evoking so much happiness are reflected in my glasses. Am glad to have a visual reminder of how wonderful it felt to be back with them.
I hugged both trees and stood with my spine against their craggy bark. Previously I've just seen them from the road and sent them longing messages of my affection. Today my palms still hold the pleasant brrrrrrinnnnngggg of connecting to their powerful energy. Sustenance of this kind, I'm coming to realize, is just as important and necessary to our species' survival as is quality nutrition in the belly, brain, and body at large.
Moving closer to the trees and stepping into the green caul of their shade I noticed their offspring scattered all around them. Their combined presence has transformed a roadside pull-off into an authentic oak grove. Additionally it would seem someone's come in and cleared-away the saplings of other species. Only oaks remain in the first two rings of their grove I knew I would benefit from breathing the atmosphere into my lungs slowly and deeply but I was loathe to disturb the vibe with the motion of my breath. It felt greedy and perhaps unearned. And so I wanted to float there in that moment just before breath occurs. No wonder the spot is attractive to so many in this tenuous season of community discord and personal re-structuring.
Note the flourishing Greeter oak on the left hand side above. I called out "Greetings to the Greeter!"
(The guy in the boat above came under the bridge just as I reached the water's edge on the other side of the road. It was a gentle form of continuity. Something that could have happened at any point in time since this river was reclaimed from big industry. We did not acknowledge each other beyond a quick head-nodding glance but there was a feeling of shared gladness to be there.)
The clusters of white flowers are yarrow. Also made note of the tail end of the red clover's first blooming. Smaller than usual drifts of St. John's wort. Plentiful mullein especially down by the boat launch.
They aren't so tall but their group energy is quite lovely. I stood and admired them one by one. I noticed some other lovely star shaped flowers on long stalk clusters. They seem deliberately planted and since they're in the same vicinity as a grouping of planted trees I'm assuming maybe they are. An effort has clearly been made to eradicate purple loosestrife and I saw only a single stalk of it.
It was nice to stand and absorb the river's energy quietly. The guy in the boat glided by and then I could have spoken aloud to the land but I couldn't think of what to say beyond we are a sick species. Realized as I said it that I wanted to take greater personal responsibility but didn't know how. So I said all of that and then I thanked all the other species involved with buildling and maintaining a vibrant ecosystem.
Finally I sang a little bit of Brokedown Palace but only in my head. The song has followed me through the years as I've followed moving water.
plus here are a couple butterflies I enjoyed once I was back home
evidence of changing micro-harvests
be still my heart! It's the first basket flower of the season!