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"I breathe at the open window above my desk, and a moist fragrance assails me from the gnawed leaves of the growing mock orange." - Annie Dillard
This is from one the 3 mock orange bushes in my backyard. Every summer, the light and sweet fragrance is one of my favorite treats that my backyard offered.
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My gorgeous, scented Mock Orange was so laden with blooms, that its branches dipped into my bird bath! Poor little birdies, lol =)
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The mock orange flowers are finally open in the backyard.
So many to choose from, but I wanted to focus on just one.
Filters, border/frame, and canvas texture are from Photoshop.
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Wanted to share with you, my gorgeous Mock Orange Shrub. Hundreds of scented blossoms this spring, wish you could smell it's perfume my friends =)
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The yellow flowers aren't deceiving but the leaves and berries fool many into thinking the plant is a true strawberry. .Spreading by runners the plant also makes a good ground cover
On my last morning at Custer State Park, I decided to park my car on the side of the road and just start walking in that direction…not even caring what direction that was. Leaving my longest-range lens in the car turned out to be such a blessing as I just walked like a pinball hitting the bumpers from every burrow, interesting rock formation and possible rattlesnake home I could find.
Everything about the morning was perfect, the lighting, the breeze…I just walked and thanked God for this place and my time in it. It was so perfect, that I lost track of time and distance as I started noticing the lack of noise, the sky above had no chem trails, nothing man made in sight…it was if I had been transported back it time a thousand years.
I have no idea just how many small rolling hills I had traversed as my eyes searched and mind wondered about the ancient ones who for thousands of years hunted these lands, the paleo people tracking mammoth, saber tooth cat and wooly rhinoceros. Two days prior I was blessed with finding an arrowhead that had been dug up by a prairie dog and was fully exposed atop its mound. Internet research led me to believe that it is as old as 1000BC…thus placing these animals and that historic timeline on my heart.
As fatigue became noted, I started thinking about how every step forward equals a step back to the car. A quick check of my Fitbit revealed that I had walked just under three miles since leaving the car…I had no idea I had gone so far…and wasn’t excited about having to make the return trip! Having a pretty good (Hoping anyway!) idea of the exact direction I was from the car, I decided to not climb the hill in front of me and instead walk for a while in the valley in an attempt to create a triangulated walk back to the car. For reasons unknown, I chose right over left and started walking.
As I walked through the small valley, the reality of being in my last few hours, maybe last time ever, to be able to find a prairie rattler. I doubled my focus area by utilizing my lens to search the rocks above. This only lasted a bit as trying to watch your step while viewing the rocks above made me look as if I was watching a tennis match at center court…it became nauseating very quickly!
Just as I started to make my next right turn to head to the car, I noticed an odd rock structure a few dozen yards ahead…it begged to be investigated and at this point, the distance wasn’t going to matter. Now standing over it, I quickly realized that it was a very old, possibly prehistoric fire pit! Its location indicated that the people who built it were much more concerned with not being seen, than having their fire put out in a heavy rain. Not wanting to disturb it, I got down on my knees to investigate. Everything about it screamed of its age, the likens that I know are very slow growing covered the inside, fire exposed rock. It also looked as if it was a bit bigger originally, as time and natures freeze and thaw had collapsed the walls long ago. I stood in wonderment of the people who built it, kept warm by it, cooked over it, were both protected and exposed by it…my questions overwhelmed!
Just as I started to walk away from the firepit, the hours of near complete silence were shrilly broken by a call I had never experienced. I spun around to see a lone pronghorn standing on the ridge above me, alerting my presence to others in the area. As we stood and stared at each other, neither moving a muscle, he called out again. Since I believed there wasn’t another human around for miles, I decided to mimic his call, known as snort-chuckle.
We went back and forth several times, each time I responded trying to improve my process. He did not move, nor did I. After a dozen or so exchanges, I grew bored…with a bit of throat strain…and decided to head back to the car. I raised my hand in gratitude for the conversation and in sorrow for the confusion that was now noticeable in his eyes.
Blessings are so often found just over the next ridge.
Everything looks better on blue. Which it isn't this afternoon.
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Built in the mid Nineteenth century to shelter the land owner's (Earl of Eldon) guests that came to visit the site not long after it was unearthed.
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This young Mockingbird comes at Hilda or I when we go in our front yard. It will come so close you can feel the wind off it's wings. It can be in a tree in a neighbors yard and here it will come. We have Mockingbirds all the time and have never had one do this. I wish I had a camera with me a few days ago. It got after a squirrel and that squirrel took off.
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............... a tribute to Romanticism (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanticism)
............... shot at Serenity Lost
"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness."
Allen Ginsberg
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