April 15, 2011
A little group – a ‘sord’ or a ‘safe’ – of ducks all hunched up contemplating a swim. Stupidly, I went too close and disturbed them, so they plopped in one by one . . .
. . . until they became a ‘paddling’ or a ‘raft’ or a simple ‘bunch’ and off they went to some peace and quiet.
The water’s edge is tiered with fresh green foliage. The first flush of something vernal is happening to the bare branches overhead. So many tones of ‘green’ . . . so fresh . . .
. . this sprinkling of willows form an informal stand of 3 D structure – light, strong and slim stems – not something one would plant – hurrah! – just seedlings doing their own thing – so much better than human intervention. An analogy with disturbing the ducks!
”What childishness is it that while there’s breath of life
in our bodies, we are determined to rush
to see the sun the other way around?” Elizabeth Bishop. Questions of Travel
A single Trillium grandiflorum stands proud on higher ground overlooking the water – three leaves with three petals which will turn pink with age – and quite surprised to see this here – not in woodland setting but under the canopy of a walnut and open to the west. Surprised and pleased that it has flourished undisturbed.