I love a rainy Sunday morning. Especially when I can sneak off to the woods for a little quiet time.
Nibble on some columbine.
Smile each time I find more bedstraw. (you'll see why in a few days)
Marvel at the carpet of trilliums beneath the trees, knowing they'll soon be gone for the season.
Squeal at the tiniest red mushroom in the moss.
Wonder at the bellwort with their twisted beauty.
Stretch with the worms.
Get lost in a forest of sporophytes.
Finally see some of those plants in flower that I've been wondering about.
Bring home a little appetizer for dinner time.
Anticipate tea in my future (wild sarsaparilla),
and grains (culry dock seeds).
Think about the abundance of "weeds" we're so lucky to have here.(absinth wormwood, I think)
And think about how useful this haphazard yard of ours is.(mullein)
Catch the aroma of chokecherry blossoms.
Spot the beginnings of plums on the little trees we brought in from the woods.
And revisit the photos of my walk over a hot cuppa and a rhubarb shortbread bar. (recipe here) (mine are orange because my girls' egg color overpowered the rhubarb) (lastly, oh so tasty)
Have a wonderful end to the weekend, all.