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Flowers in the Rain

Thursday, July 3, 2014

There's no such thing as bad weather. Only bad gear.

Or a bad attitude about the weather. 

Now I'd ameliorate this maxim by saying that I consider horizontal freezing rain to be bad weather, bad enough to keep me in. But a light drizzle is nothing. Kind of nice, actually, as long as you've remembered to put a Ziploc in your pocket for your iPhone, which of course I hadn't. My alternate plan if it got too bad was to stick this delicate electronic marvel in somebody's mailbox until the rain was over, continue my run and pick it up on the way home. That'd work too.

So I went out on this late June morning without a care though it was threatening rain. I like the way the colors of flowers sing in overcast dark.  The rain-spangled petals of Rosa carolina

Now that would be a good name for a girl, good middle name too. Great name, actually. You could call her Rosa or Rose or Caroline, or Carolina, or Lina, or...Hmm. Nope, too late to make another one. I mean, technically I still could, but I don't want to. I like the one we have. She turned out well. And can't imagine the whole highchair/diaper/bassinet/crib scene again. No such thing as bad babies. Only bad gear.

I like her guy too. Wouldn't change anything on that one.

Rainy day chicory is the best chicory. It's got the deepest color. It's all temperature and light dependent. The warmer and brighter it is, the paler the color. Get a coolish dark day, and you get this amazing violet. 

I kept trying to catch an image that says just how much butterflyweed is in this field. SCHTUNS.

And the photos just don't do it justice. Especially this one. I could see the flowers, but the camera just couldn't. The general orange haze resolved into hundreds of glorious glowing plants. 

Purple-top grass is such an awesome complement to the embers. 

Come on little Bacon, get up in there and punctuate this composition with your inkspot.

The plants, robust and magnificent. Innocent of butterflies today, but it wasn't really butterfly weather after all. I finally saw my first monarch around our common milkweed on July 2. I couldn't stop grinning.

For Hodge, the first Queen Anne's lace I found. I do love the stuff, alien and all. It's so fine with chicory. Aliens should stick together, and they often do.

Chet and I pause by some hayrolls. Farmer Bob gathered them all up and put them in a neat row. He does it every year. Flat out ruins my compositions, he does, but for the glorious few days that they're sprinkled over the voluptuous hills, I take as many photos as I can.

I lift Chet back down and he snuffles and whuffs in the grass. Mether. Look here. Mether.

What is it, Bacon? Oh!! How lovely!! Thank you, sweetheart! I thought you were eating bunny poop.

The first jewelbox of the morning, gift of the rain. It was to be a three-turtle day for me. I'll tell you about it Sunday.


thank you for your parallel first-out-of-the-gate Queen Anne's lace! Hey, I IG'd chicory yesterday too! Great minds, and all that. And makes me happy that I can find beautiful weeds within the confines of 02138. Even turtles!

Happy 3rd of July! We're considering it The Day around here, with Arthur blowing in tomorrow.


Posted by KH Macomber July 3, 2014 at 5:37 AM
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One of my favorite things to do as a child was to walk through my grandmother's fallow fields and pick bouquets of "wildflowers". I still love to do that, but now I don't pick, but simply admire the beauty of all the butterflies and bees attracted to them. And that special guy makes a good companion to walk through the fields with.

That is a fine EBT found by Chet Baker. Wondering if his head coloring is as vivid as his carapace, so hoping for another photo later. :)

Posted by Gail Spratley July 3, 2014 at 8:57 AM

A rich, layered, wandering winner of an essay.
And funny, too:
"No such thing as bad babies. Only bad gear'.


Posted by Anonymous July 3, 2014 at 9:28 AM

I love Queen Anne's Lace, too. It's such a nice airy, vertical accent in the garden. I have three in bloom now, and Jim just shakes his head when I announce I'm going to deadhead the QAL.

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