Evening sun after a day of rain encouraged a walk on campus, where we found a flock of cedar waxwings feasting on old fruit. And on the other side of campus, a festive display of redbud, some of it so eager for spring it came bursting out of the tree trunk.
Which brings to mind an old song, learned from a friend on a long car trip during college:
To ope' their trunks the trees are never seen
How then do they put on their robes of green?
They leaf them out.
The trillium and this bright yellow flower (wood poppy?) were easy to see, as were new leaves in the sunlight. Some of the wildflowers were shyer and harder to find. Another woods-goer told us with delight of finding jack-in-the-pulpit for the first time. I've found them other places, but we never spotted hers. We did see other small flowers -- and some colorful fungi.
This week we went on an expedition to Edna Spurgeon Land Trust, near Topeka. The drive out took us through flat farm fields till we found our way into a woods with rolling hills and full of spring flowers. Trillium -- red, white, and shades of pink -- mayapples, ramp, and numerous other wildflowers carpeted the ground.
My approach to contemplative photography --
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"