Sitting under a treePosted: July 25, 2012 | |
Last night the temperature here in the Bogs suddenly turned cool, allowing us to open the windows and let in the fresh and refreshing air. I fell asleep with light from the crescent moon shining in the window, and the sound of owls hooting in the woods. I heard the usual Great Horned Owl, and a newcomer to our night sounds, a Barred Owl. Every now and then a green frog would chime in with a distinctive plunking or ponging sound.
I went out early for my walk, meandering through the meadows, down the sledding hill, and around the pond. Crows are gathering in the woods for their summer conference, cawing and rattling at each other (or perhaps at me). Dew coated the grasses and flowers, the lower leaves of the trees, and my shoes.
I peered into the grasses and rushes, admiring the sunlight as it played on the jewel-like drops of dew. I finally found my first praying mantis of the season, but he didn’t feel like posing where I could get a good shot of him so I had to wait for one that was a more willing subject.
In the cattails I found this beautiful spider:
Her web was elaborate, and lit up by the early morning sunlight. You’ll have to click on the photo to see the slightly larger version, and get a better view of the web.
There were, of course, the usual bees buzzing and dragonflies dancing.
When I finished my walk I took a notebook and pen, and had a seat on the ground under the old maple tree with the intention of working on a writing exercise I’ve been putting off since just prior to our trip to Canada. Life was so busy just before the trip, and just after, that I decided to wait for a morning when I had time to spend on it. That morning arrived today, dawning clear and cool and beautiful. The pond was still and quiet until a breeze arrived, and I felt as though I had plenty of time and room to think and stretch.
I sat under the old maple for more than hour, scribbling away at an exercise that I originally found daunting, and thought I might not be able to do. It surprised me how many words spilled across the pages. I was even more surprised by the things I learned, things I’m still taking in, wondering where they might lead.
The goldfinches came by to visit for a few moments, and the ants invaded, crawling over my feet and legs and arms, some running across the page of my notebook as if chasing the words as they formed. I was well into the exercise before I realized I’d probably sat near an ant hill. I’ll do a more thorough reconnoitering next time.
That’s it from the Bogs for today. Thank you for accompanying me on my morning walk and afternoon ramble. I know some of you don’t like spiders so I hope the one in this post didn’t freak you out too much. It’s a good day for a long walk, or to sit in the shade of the old maple and see who shows up to visit. Just be sure to watch out for the ant hill. I’m sure they’ll appreciate it if you don’t sit on them.