My Feral Self
Standing at the farthest edge
of the farthest edge of the Wild Place,
my feral inner heart stirs.
A step inward.
Awakens.
A step.
Stretches. Purrs.
A step.
Growls,
Will you accept me?
Will you abandon the Mayapple glades,
leave far behind the
Wild Stonecrop covered rockfalls,
forsake the safety of slow brooks,
sleep in nests, weave vines into your hair,
become a mythology unto yourself?
Will you embrace the
faeness of you?
In Other News
An intrepid Indigo Bunting came to visit us while we were sitting on a blanket under our tree. He wasn't even phased by two little boys, ten feet away. In the boys' defense, they have learned how neurotic mommy is about birds and are capable of holding quite still given the proper motivation. This constitutes MAJOR
EXCITEMENT for me.
Kids are hilarious. I should carry a memo pad around so I can write down the things they say. Abraham's latest acquisition of the English language constitutes a native understanding of contractions. I often tell him he is such a big boy! He often tells me, "No, I
am'n't!" But he is fearless. Here, he is hugging the baby alligator at the Creation Museum.
I don't know what the most prehistoric part of this picture is... that dino, or Joe's shirt.
The cuteness is just overwhelming, I know.
My neighbor's wonderful irises are a-bloomin'.
We've been out in nature, as usual. The creek is a great source of pictures, wildlife, and poison ivy rashes.
Woods Toad
Creek Turtle
Moss-some, dude!
Look! It's
TreeBeard!
Tiny crop circles! ACK!
This Creek Walk has been brought to you buy the Number 4...
wild turkey eggs...
and fungi!
And finally, today's random wildflowers....
Flax, I think
Scarlet Pimpernel
Vetchling
Ladybug!
YIKES!
Broadleaf Waterwort, clearly named by a hopeless romantic
The Pinkest Fleabane I've ever seen
Blue Eyed Grass, yay!
Blue Eyed Grass, up close
Jacob's Ladder