Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Sarah and I were on our way to one of our walking/running spots north of town, but almost there I had to change the plan, much to Sarah's disappointment. She wanted very much to make a new friend! I could see the appeal, too, but Mr. (or Ms.?) Fox looked harried enough already, hot and thirsty and not eager to play with a dog. We went elsewhere after I got these shots.
Just seeing the beautiful wild thing was excitement enough.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
This particular linden is called basswood. Its late blossoming is something to look forward to when spring is over.
The flowers are small and unspectacular, but they have an alluring fragrance, attracting buzzing crowds of happy bees. Linden honey!
There is the magic of the present moment and also the magic of literary association. The latter transports me to Russia a hundred years ago, where I am Doctor Zhivago, inhaling the fragrance of linden blossoms through train windows....