Here’s another shot of the wildflowers nestled into the pond at Kendrick Woods. I wish I was savvy with video so I could convey more of the peacefulness of this place. I took a super short video of the pond with my phone that includes some of the birdsong I heard this morning:
Today is a vacation day for me, so I was able to squeeze in a quick morning photo walk around the wetlands that border my backyard. The wetlands are now lush with birds, wildflowers, and tall grasses. This is one of those places I cherish most, a touch of the wild so close to home. As walked around the path within it, I thought of a portion of Oberon’s speech from A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2.1.235-239):
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk roses and with eglantine.
There were wild roses in bloom today, but they resisted capture through my lens. They were tucked into the deeper parts of the wetlands. Black-eyed susans are now in bloom, a sure sign that summer is conquering this area.
This morning’s photo walk took place at another of my favorite locations, McLean Teddy Bear Park located in Allen County, Ohio. This park has a fantastic forest heavy with sugar maples that makes it a delightful place in the fall, but it also has a prairie wildflower field that blooms six months out of the year. Right now the wildflowers in bloom include trillium and yarrow.
I saw a deer there that did not seem afraid of me. I wish I had tried getting a bit closer to her for a better picture, but I just don’t know enough about wildlife to feel confident in approaching them closely. This doe actually did a bit of a jumping dance that showed off her white tail:
I took a brief walk through the wetland preserve that borders my backyard this morning. The light was good, but the wetlands haven’t really taken off yet this year. Maybe it is too busy doing what it does best, sopping up excess rainfall. I could hear water rushing through its ditches as it continued working through yesterday’s heavy rain. There were plenty of red winged blackbirds chirping around me, but they all flew away the moment I pointed my camera lens toward them.
I spotted fleabane and daisies today. The thistle continue their slow march skyward, but they will not bloom until the height of summer.
I’m not sure what this is, but I have a feeling it seeded from someone’s yard that borders the wetlands. It looks too tame to belong.