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Read Morecommon teasel ~ Dipsacus fullonum, Honeysuckle family ~ Huron River and Watershed
"What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it." ~ C. S. Lewis
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summertime ~ Huron River Watershed, Michigan
Summertime,
And the living is easy.
Fish are jumping,
And the cotton is high.
Oh, your daddy's rich,
And your mamma's good-looking.
So, hush little baby,
Don't you cry.
One of these mornings,
You're going to rise up singing.
Then you'll spread your wings,
And you'll take to the sky.
But till that morning,
There's nothing can harm you,
With daddy and mommy standing by.
~ lyrics by DuBose Haywardpickerel rush and early morning light ~ Hancock Pond, Maine
"Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world, on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed, rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris, celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of solitude and the sand." ~ Pablo Neruda
evening ~ Hancock Pond, Maine
"The only true voyage of discovery, the only fountain of Eternal Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to behold the hundred universes that each of them beholds, that each of them is...." ~ Marcel Proust
feasting on Lupines ~ Hancock Pond, Maine
"And, thou, wan Beggar, who hast felt the lash of Keen Adversity ~ hast made thy feast on lupines and on lentil ~ whom the crash of every hope hath leveled with the beast that haunts earth's dark defiles ~ let Reason flash this truth across thee, that, when kings have ceased their worldly sway, their lot ~ like thine ~ shall be (as they deserve) woe or felicity." ~ Robert Calder Campbell
"Spirit of the North" ~ Common Loon ~ Gavia immer ~ Hancock Pond, Maine
"In the middle of the night, as indeed each time that we lay on the shore of a lake, we heard the voice of the loon, loud and distinct, from far over the lake. It is a very wild sound, quite in keeping with the place and the circumstances of the traveler, and very unlike the voice of a bird. I could lie awake for hours listening to it, it is so thrilling." ~ Henry David Thoreau
Blue Jay ~ Cyanocitta cristata ~ Huron River Watershed, Michigan
"Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated." ~ Terry Tempest Williams
Woodland Geranium ~ Huron River Watershed, Michigan
"In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions: When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?" Gabrielle Roth
Royal Tern in Flight ~ Thalasseus maximus ~ Southern Outer Banks
"Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole." ~ Oscar Wilde