Flower dreams

Blossoms on High Street in West Chester, Pennsylvania.  (April 2007)

Blossoms on High Street in West Chester, Pennsylvania. (April 2007)

In my dreams, I never have an age.

~ Madeleine L’Engle

Last night (well, really it was early this morning) I had a dream that was filled with flowers.  Someone was teaching me to identify wildflowers by their leaves, their blossoms, and their stems.  Wouldn’t it be nice to learn through dreaming and wake up with a head full of knowledge you didn’t have when you went to sleep?

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Thursday Travels: Picnic

A stop along the Cabot Trail.  Cape Breton Highlands National Park.  Nova Scotia.  (8 June 2012)

A stop along the Cabot Trail. Cape Breton Highlands National Park. Nova Scotia. (8 June 2012)

Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.  It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds.  They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily.  There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into.

‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George.

~ Enid Blyton, Five Go Off in a Caravan

It is not sunset, but it is time to stop for a picnic lunch and relax before our next hike.  Although we weren’t able to complete the entire Glasgow Lakes Look-Off Trail, we still managed to hike for a few hours, rock hopping and wading through the stream that was the trail.  (See last week’s Thursday Travels if you’re not sure what I’m going on about.)  A little rest and refueling were in order.  I agree with George.  Food does taste better when I’m eating it outdoors.

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Balance

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Balanced between winter and spring. Frosty oak leaves.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes.  If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed.  Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.

~ Rumi, Essential Rumi

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Herald of spring

Electric crocuses

Electric crocuses

Spring drew on… and a greenness grew over those brown [garden] beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

~ Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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Thursday Travels: Leaving the Glasgow Lakes Look-Off Trail

(8 June 2012.  Glasgow Lakes Look-Off Trail.  Cape Breton Highlands National Park.  Nova Scotia.)

(8 June 2012. Glasgow Lakes Look-Off Trail. Cape Breton Highlands National Park. Nova Scotia.)

Now that we’ve had a little rest on that rock just to the right, it’s time to make our way back.  We have other trails to hike since this one turned out to be under water.

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Thursday Travels: Glasgow Lakes Look-Off

Middle Ridge School, 1876.  (Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia.  8 June 2012.)

Middle Ridge School, 1876. (Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia. 8 June 2012.)

After breakfast at the cabin, M and I drove a short distance to reenter Cape Breton Highlands National Park for our first Cape Breton hike.  The day, as you may or may not recall from my previous Thursday Travels post, was gorgeous.

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Thursday Travels: Morning at the cabin

Hanging around

Hanging around

Last week I showed you our first sunrise at the cabin we rented on South Harbor, just off the Cabot Trail in the Cape Breton Highlands of Nova Scotia.  This little red squirrel hung out with us whenever we were at the cabin.  It might have been our company, but I think the seed in the bird feeder was the bigger attraction.

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