On a recent walk in my town of Vernon, I enjoyed observing the many varieties of wild flowers. Some of them I could identify, others not.
In this small section of town, an old race track, near our arena, there is a whole ego system of flowers, trees, and birds. I observed red-winged blackbirds, robins and others I couldn’t identify. I loved listening to them sing. I’ve been told there are coyotes near by as well, and I’ve seen deer.
In the one page newsletter I produce each Monday, I’m going to be focusing on flowers in the next few weeks.
I’ve tried to plant wild flowers, I spread a whole package of them, but they are slow in coming up, perhaps they prefer more wild places.
Of course the dandelions don’t care, and while I know they are nutritious and good for the bees, they are challenging in my lawn and garden. It is definitely a love hate relationship.
But back to the flowers on my walk. I didn’t have to go to some mountain meadow (although that would be a fine idea) but could just enjoy these city flowers grown with abandon, and just waiting to be noticed.
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So here is a photo diary of my walk, taken on May 29, as I captured their beauty.