Sometimes I wonder what it is that I find so interesting in this patch of ground.
And then, a 45 minute walk late on an April afternoon reminds me.
Asclepsia, also known as milkweed, is a poisonous beauty. I look for it each year. It tends to not wander or spread. I see it in two places at Longleaf, every year, without fail.
I went hunting in a boggy area this afternoon hoping to see a hot pink sundew. The lovely carnivore did not disappoint.
I noted baby blackjack oaks, growing up out of the sandy ground. They mature to shed big leaves all winter long. No acorns. Altogether an aggravating specie, and yet, I can’t help but admire their lovely leaves.
Buck took the ancient Case tractor to the woods this afternoon. He made some loopy trails for me to walk. They are rough with harsh woody chopped up vegetation. A girl has to be careful in basic jogging shoes. Buck assured me all snakes fled the area after feeling the big tractor’s vibration, and so I will don my worn trail boots and wander the area tomorrow.
I think about this forest, about incompetent planting forty years ago, about Hurricane Ivan, controlled burns out of control and the bodacious resilience of life.
My own tiny maladies loom even smaller and I am left to wonder about the seemingly spontaneous healing which my own body has experienced. At least, it certainly feels that way today.
Did I mention the darkly beautiful indigo buntings that have arrived to feast on the wheat, rye and oat seed heads? They perch on the top and then ride the tall stalks slowly all the way to the ground.
No denying beauty.