photo above of interrupted ferns…oldest fossil ferns…200 million years.
This morning I begin by finishing the last two chapters in the Edwin Teale book called “North with the Spring” . I was portioning it out to myself among other treasures of the spring while I proceeded through my own spring adventure.
The solstice came and went before I was awake and I caught up with the longest day by noticing the yard between my cottage and lake superior. It is busy with birds unhindered by the steady rain. Joining the neighborhood of year round residents of chickadees, nutties and wood peckers…they come in pairs now, gathering seed and suet for the nestlings, yet unseen by me. They have been increasing in numbers and variety as the spring developed and now the color spectrum of their feather coats is a rainbow of species. Purple finches cover the reds. The heart is warmed by warblers, jays, wild canaries, and the color show under a black cloak the grackle. This spring a pair of yellow rumps are nesting nearby and come to the suet. The song of the white throat sparrow reminds me with its sweet harbinger song, of the first and now distant days of spring, when it came to the yard and signaled the changing season. Now a bluebird collects nesting material from a wheelbarrow full of dead tree limbs.
Since then it has snowed 40+ inches, the yard flooded numerous times and then the merlins showed up. Spring has been exquisitely laden with all the symbols of life beginning…frogs emerging in chorus, wood ticks reinventing ways to annoy us, mosquitoes in great number and the unfolding of wildflowers is now connecting what was spring into what is becoming summer. I find nodding trillium amongst our gardens.
When I think of all the connections made by nature as it goes from one “season” to the next, it seems impossible to separate one from the other. The celebration of life comes within them all.
In the last chapter of the Teale book(the longest day) he and Nellie reflect on their journey, which ended in the Mt. Washington area. In the eloquent style of a naturalist author who is looking into the pond of a special spring spent traveling the U.S. from south to north, Edwin sees his own life reflected back to him in the ways and acts of nature….
The sun has just come out and I scurry to take a walk in the new day, explore a new season in my own life…beginning this day…the longest day, by the sun and the stars.
for now, Diana