Two evenings ago, the night before the full moon, I suddenly
noticed my wild cherry tree. It was in full bloom and the scent of the flowers
was filling the garden.
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My wild cherry tree |
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The nearly full moon, half an hour or so later |
I have this theory that every flower has its momentary peak
and, if you’re lucky enough to catch it at that peak, the experience is
extraordinary. This was one of those moments.
But where were the bees? Surely bees need to catch flowers
at their peak as this, I presume, is the flowers’ most fertile time. Or, to put
it another way, the flowers are doing their utmost to attract the bees when
they need them. Perhaps the tree is pollinated by night-flying moths. Who
knows?
The more I look into nature, the more questions I have, and the
more I realise that we don’t know everything about how the natural world works.
In fact, we hardly know anything. How exciting that is!
I’ve been visiting my secret wood nearly every day, so as to
catch the bluebells at their peak, if I can, if I’m lucky enough, if God wills
it. You can’t grasp at nature. You have to let it come to you.
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My secret wood, in a valley created by two small streams, untouched because too steep to cultivate |
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The wood's first bluebells in a patch of sunshine |
En route I’ve seen many other wildflowers bursting into
bloom.
Dear B I just tried to post a comment and lost it.... I love it that you are finding solace in nature....the glorious tiny detail of it...closest to your heart..and yes Frog is definitely around you and guiding you. Big hug to you Xx
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Trish. It's so good you understand. xx
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