Updated: Sep 1, 2020
Outside my window the tall prairie grasses are turning gold. Canada geese flock to our community pond as they prepare to migrate south and the nights are getting longer and cooler.
I love this time of year, when Summer begins to give way to Autumn and our patio plants burst into bloom with a final hurrah! I have been spending a lot of time outdoors, crouched down and face to face with plant beings like white yarrow and purple prairie-clover in a desperate attempt to capture something of them before they disappear. My phone is filled with hundreds of pictures of this Summer’s flowers, many of which only made themselves known to me this year.
Woolly plantain, Scarlet Gaura, Pink Alsike Clover…
I find myself grasping at beauty wherever and whenever I find it. And I feel blessed that there is so much of it to capture and clutch to my chest.
Beauty has a way of transporting us, of taking us “out of the ordinary time” and of bringing “us to another place, a place where history ceases and the weight of memory relents, a place ever ancient and ever new.” (John O’Donoghue)