It was a breezy walk today, but I was happy to finally get a six mile day in. I’m not sure why, but walking during Covid Times, even when I really don’t have to worry about running into people, causes me to walk fewer miles most of the time. It’s as if I feel the urge to get back to the safety of my house.
In any case, I walked, and I took only photos of this magnolia flower. It was just too darn windy! But here … have something from today’s walk:
Magnolia Flower & Leaves, 6.8.20
I don’t know if readers remember, but a few weeks back I posted an image of a tree with great leaf color. Since then I’ve walked past that tree again. And the change between April 19 (first two photos) and 27 is pretty amazing. Just today someone in a plant ID group asked for the ID of this tree, so now I know it is the Fagus sylvatica, also called the European beech or tri-color beech. I call it astounding beech.
Redbud Leaves and Blossoms, 4.7.20
I meant to post this poem with the image last night, but neglected to do so. I’m not a great poet, but it helps me process things sometimes.
Sorrow comes sneaking in the door again
attempting to wrap its arms around me.
I resist, I turn away, run quickly.
But sorrow is persistent, not caring
that I will continue to say “No thanks,
Not yet. Not now. Perhaps another day.”
Sorrow is relentless, it has no cares
and knows no boundaries, it refuses
to stay six feet away, it breathes on me,
hugs me hard and shares its viral spittle,
grabs me by my hurting heart, knocks me down,
and blankets me with an ache that won’t stop.
Sorrow demands attention. I refuse.
Take your blanket, sorrow, and let me be.
I am not your servant. I am not yours
at all. I will fight you to the death and
that death will be yours, even if I should,
unwillingly, join in that final ride.