What is it about springtime and these late April days that turns one's thoughts toward travel, distant flora and fauna and faraway places?A close friend has just packed up house and home and is en route to Whitehorse in the Yukon where she is taking up a career position in wildlife management. Longing for adventure and dreaming of wild untrammeled places, I felt like packing my stuff yesterday and would have gone with her at the drop of a hat.
Oh, for northern mountains and singing wolves, for Arctic moons and flaming sunsets and the aurora borealis, for midnight suns and skies full of stars so close one can reach up and touch them...
For only a moment this morning, and a little after dawn, early sunlight went dancing across a single perfect bloom of Bloodroot, and I forgot all about hitting the road and full moons above the Arctic circle. The one glorious bloom was enough, and when the clouds rolled in a few minutes later and it started to rain, I didn't mind a bit.
Methinks it is a Zen thing...
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"Oh, for northern mountains and singing wolves, for Arctic moons and flaming sunsets and the aurora borealis, for midnight suns and skies full of stars so close one can reach up and touch them..."
oh.oh.oh.
Sorry, FLICKR was feeling a tad puckish and decided not to display the Bloodroot photo - I had to tuck it in again.
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