Giant heavy machines must maneuver at snail speed when parking. I recently watched the shuttle creep along at an inch per minute seeking a gentle trimmed docking with the space station. This working tug was backing and gliding cautiously to the left eventually tying for the night in a sheltered niche along the waterfront. "Hang around the docks at sunrise and sunset," I says to any who listen, " and you'll seldom come away emptyhanded."
This posting says, "thank you Ava." She leaves kindly comments expressing her appreciation for my flower photographs. The fact that Ava works in the flower business means a lot and encourages me to reach deeper and more often into the botanical archive. Bless you, my Dear. This lovely specimen is Miami Mist (Phacelia purshii) one of two Phacelias with fringed petals. It blooms in mid Spring and prefers moist woods in Tennessee and Kentucky. I've seen it on one day only; however, that special day it appeared in numerous locations in Jackson County. At one spot by the Roaring River it formed a display that looked like lavender-tinged snow.
09:30 am. "…flocks of blackbirds dash and flow. Sweeping, then skimming the ground. In a blink settling to rest. In a blink rising, fading and surging. Disappearing, reappearing. A cloud, an imperturbable wind. Remarkable wisps in an uncertain overcast. So wonderful. Stop at Old Church. I cry…"
. Overcast. A cool 52. Damp breeze. Turn up collar. Red-eyed bluet hides in the grass. Elf Orpine beginning to bud inflates its tiny presence for the Lilliputian power show a fortnight hence. Early morning shower. Slippery rocks reflect the silver light. Leg strength not available. Huff and puff. Careless steps unacceptable. Humidity grabs my throat. Shirt feels wet…