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I Hope I Didn’t Get a Tick

pkwayflbst72Along the parkway in flip flops, lured to pull over by wildflowers, I hope I didn’t get any ticks while trudging through the grass to capture these beauties.

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I tried to zero in on a bee and not think about the Lyme Disease story I was working on back at home.

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I thought about the butterflies that were on their way and how much they would add to the artistry of the swathes of open grasses along the Parkway’s scenic route.

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I had escaped from the chair at the computer desk!  Now I was just another wild thing in flight, transported by the most exquisite birdsong I had ever heard and the honeyed light of the coming sunset.pkfl77z7

Black cohosh is white.  The orange butterfly bush (aka pleurisy root) is a milkweed.  I was surprised to learn that flaming stars, like the ones I have in my garden at home, are wildflowers.  There was wild bee balm in the mix, and the purple crown vetch made me smile.  I used to eat it when I was girl growing up in Massachusetts.wfbb

It will never be quite the same again, no matter how many times I return.  I still drive by the spot on Robinson’s Mill road where I came upon 100s of monarchs feeding on milkweed.  I look but have never seen even a single one since then.pkfl5769

I know there will be new flowers, new butterflies to follow.  They’ll be new slants of light and scenes that bring happiness.  I just have to be ready to recognize and appreciate them whenever and wherever they come.

_____Our World Tuesday

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