When I wake up in the morning I sometimes have the luxury of waiting to see what impulse will override my urge to drag myself out of bed and, instead, cause me to throw the covers off and jump out of it. On this day it was a red bird in the tulip poplar outside my window. By the time I was up and exploring outside, it was gone. Later, while having breakfast on the porch, it landed on a nearby dogwood tree and stunned me with its beauty. It didn’t stay long before heading high up into the canopy to feast on maple tree seed pods, but I still managed to get this zoomed and cropped shot of my first ever sighting of a Scarlet Tanager.
Another recent exotic was sighted by our three-year-old grandson Liam when he was on an “adventure walk” with his Opa and said, “Look at that flower.” The Lady Slipper is a wild orchid. I once transplanted some pink ones, like the one pictured, on our property many years ago, hoping to have a supply for harvesting and tincturing as an anti-depressive nervine. They came back the next year but then never again. Now, thanks to Liam, I know where there is an abundant patch growing in the woods next to our house. It calms me just to be in the presence of them.
Later, we spotted two wild boys, frozen like enchanted statues in the yard.
We kissed them back to life and put them to work in the garden and everyone lived happily ever after. HERE is the action clip.