Time passes and the rituals of our lives bond us with friends and family members and our communal narrative becomes something timeless and very very special.
Yesterday saw us on our flower walk, this time, missing Carla, Val and the boys. Our most courageous friend, Wendy, has had some struggles with health this past year and so this spring, her funny and talented husband, Darren, also accompanied us on the trail. Wendy is witty enough, but get these two together and it’s such a fun time. Many Springs is always a blessing-time.
In 2011, the water levels were like this.
Cathy’s photo at our bridge…2015.
Darren promises me his photos from yesterday, but I DID manage to get a few. Lilies were the predominate flower…more than we’ve seen on any other hike. We found only one lady slipper on the entire circle and very few orchids. The wild columbine was already done. There were some beautiful wild violets on the far side of the route, but everyone was so focused on managing the chair up and around the incline and the tree roots, that we enjoyed them on the fly.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!