Since our basket of monochrome flowers is essentially overflowing here are just a few more flowers to add to your bouquet from yesterday.
Have a wonderful weekend and welcome to September.
Since our basket of monochrome flowers is essentially overflowing here are just a few more flowers to add to your bouquet from yesterday.
Have a wonderful weekend and welcome to September.
A Great Blue Heron with periscope up and at the ready.
Some say there is healing power in a long forest experience, a practice called shirn-yoku in Japan. There certainly are days when you leave a nice walk in the woods with a feeling you can equate with healing. It need not be walking as a long sit on that quiet bench or rock also seems to do the trick.
Although scientific evidence is currently sparse as to the specific mechanism by which a forest walk promotes positive health we can all agree it does no harm at all.
On some days it is what we see and others what we smell. Many days it is what we do not see or smell as we walk away from the hustle and bustle and into the woods.
Whatever it is about a forest bath I sure wish Doctors would prescribe it more.
We all have places we find silence and take the time to listen. Hope you have some time this weekend to play in yours.
It might just do you good.
Middle August, the songbirds have quieted down, the waterfowl are molting, grass is drying and going to seed. The forest seem quite as we walked around the lake yet to our surprise we encountered this Lesser Yellowlegs. Hard to believe the waders and shorebirds are already migrating south and summer slipping into fall.
We noticed this Bumble Bee loaded full with pollen climbing a small gravel bank.
Was his load to heavy for him to fly?
Further up the bank he clambered clearly on mission.
Ahhh, mission revealed, a small sip of water from along this gravel bank was what he climbed up for.
Clearly this bee knows hydration is key for a hard days work in the sun.
A few quick sips and off he flew to deliver his goods to the hive.
Walking along the cattails of a marsh and listening to a symphony of Marsh Wrens singing their song out of sight yet O’so close is a wonderful thing. And it is always a treat when a Wren pops up and sings that song in plain sight for a minute or two.
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