7 April, 2019 The opposite of Attention Deficit Disorder
You could have knocked Turner over with a feather when a deer had the audacity to walk across the path in plain view Thursday morning at Pony Pasture. He was focused so intently on that deer I thought a little curl of smoke might start rising. Like when you use a magnifying glass to focus the sun’s light on a dry oak leaf in the autumn. Turner was beyond riveted.
The woods were full of them:
Spring is continuing to burst out at every corner along the riverbank. Before I started hiking at Pony Pasture I never knew what an “ephemeral” was – only the meaning of the word. But wikipedia says an ephemeral plant is “one marked by short life cycles.” Possibly that’s why I never even knew trout lilies existed until I spent time at Pony Pasture. Here’s one I saw Thursday, not long after the deer riveted Turner’s gaze:
It’s in my nature (no pun intended) to focus more on fauna than on flora. Even I am ephemeral, though on a much (I hope) longer scale than a flower. Ospreys arrive on the upper James at around the same time Trout Lilies bloom at Pony Pasture. But the trout lilies will be long gone by the end of this month. Ospreys will stay through August or September. Then they’ll be gone – until trout lilies return in the Spring of 2020.
Everything is ephemeral on some scale. Spring included, come to think of it. But redbuds come at the beginning of Spring, when the woods are still bright and damp and fresh. Ev planted a beauty in our backyard. This one was from Pony Pasture:
Since we have mourning doves 365 days a year in Virginia, they could make a case for not being ephemeral. I suspect these two will be raising baby doves very soon. This was on the south side of Patterson Avenue in front of the Tuckahoe YMCA Wednesday morning:
I rushed this shot a little today and I wish I hadn’t. This is a fiddlehead fern and they’re quite graceful; I didn’t capture it. And “fiddlehead” is a stage of fern growth, not a type of fern, and thus is very ephemeral – they’ll be regular old ferns real soon. But it’s a neat image:
This adult male bluebird posed obligingly at Pony Pasture this morning when the dogs and I sauntered past. I was fortunate to see him in good light perched on this maple tree over the water:
This is not an elegant image (even less than the rest of my images) but I enjoy it. Our friend Tim has been bringing us plenty of firewood. I like to stack it up now in the back corner of our back yard. This stuff would do fine in the woodstove right now if we were having fires (we’re not) but it’s going to be perfect around Halloween when wood-burning season begins in earnest:
My favorite (and only) editor is out of town, so there may be more mistakes than usual! Sorry! And have a great week! And come back next week!