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While I Was Not Looking

THIS happened:


Things started blooming.

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I have “prided” myself on being observant, of seeing the world, but somehow, all of this happened, and I didn’t notice.

I’ll blame it on

getting ready for Aaron and Sherry’s beautiful wedding on April 1.

going back to work and writing lesson plans and grading papers on March 20.

being “busy.”

getting ready for Easter.

coming down with bronchitis and sinusitis.

You get the idea. I have a million and one excused for allowing all this beauty to go unnoticed. Yet, there it is. I noticed it Saturday, the first day I went out of the house for a reason other than necessity. I saw the white bloom of the blackberries, but I didn’t have the camera. I noticed it.

On my way back to the house (coughing, short of breath, thanks to the bronchitis), I saw the yellow and red of the trumpet vines (or whatever they are). I noticed it.


And the red Knockout roses are in bloom.


I noticed it.

This morning, I went out with the camera, and I noticed other things—holly berries, wildflowers, dandelions, even some honeysuckle. It’s all there.


And today, I noticed it.

What did you notice today?

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Walking around the Pond

I’ve walked around those seven ponds so many times over the last 32 years that I may be able to do it with my eyes closed. Not that I will, though, because I just might fall in the ponds, and I don’t want to do that again! Once is enough!

But I don’t take those walks “blindly” or casually, either. There is always something new to see—new growth, new beauty. Today was no different. I decided I had to get out of the house for some “vitamin D therapy,” some sunshine. I refilled the bird feeders and put up the new one that Sherry and Aaron gave me for Mother’s Day. By the way, the birds have flocked to the feeders! They must like the new arrangement and the new bird seed! Then I grabbed the camera and went for the walk.

I’m not sure what smells better, the heavy perfume of roses or the sweetness of honeysuckle. Both scents were evident this morning.


I remember picking honeysuckle flowers and licking the nectar. Maybe I will do that one day soon.

Wildflowers are abundant now—dandelions and other flowers. I know, some people may call them weeds, but they are beautiful.untitled-16

Mr. Leon was plowing the field by one of the ponds. I love the smell of freshly plowed earth. I wonder how long this area will continue to be “rural” and agricultural. It seems that this way of life is going away.


Sometimes nature surprises me. I didn’t see the squares on these “berries” until I went through the images in Lightroom.


I wish I knew the names of plants better than I do. I discovered today that these little beauties are Robin’s plantain, one of the fleabanes that grow in the Eastern states.


But I don’t know what this pretty purple flower is


Nor do I know what these bell-shaped flowers are.


Maybe I don’t need to know, though. John Keats once wrote,

‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all

    Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.’ (“Ode on a Grecian Urn”).

Perhaps he is right.