Hillsboro for lunch. Depart 1:55 pm, Cr 29 Lobelia Road nw. Belly still on fire from the Rosemary Potato Stew; a case of very poor judgment. The way ahead is swept by a rash of sudden storms. Each ending before it begins. It’s splash and go, splash and go creating, for my delight, a steamy concoction of mist and fog, a visual atmosphere that no photo filter could ever hope to duplicate. How better to see the bluebird, then two deer bounding into the damp woods. How better to admire the intimate curves and fence lines, the old Odd Fellows Lodge at Lobelia and the wreath upon Hill’s Chapel door fluorescing in the silver light. Even the mower-man seems other worldly, eyes targeted, bush hog blade and multi-jointed arm reaching, growling and ripping. I call him Slash…
“There!” Eyes are staring at me. I’m the one that usually does the looking. Here, I see eyes looking back. The truck splashes to a sliding stop. (3:20 pm, mile 783.1) Right away I know it’s White Beardtongue - proud member of the Beardtongue Brotherhood that includes first cousins Purple and Gray. They seldom grow two feet tall. These Whites are four and five; chin level and taller. Gargantuan. The flowers are pumped too, oversized and bulging. An impressive and commanding display.
Mesmerized, I marvel. I look closely at each flower, then touch and carefully rearrange them. Clear away a few weeds. Snap pictures in the breeze. Fuss around. Searching, searching for ways to speak. For I know too well what soon will be headed this way.
© d100609-040 White Beardtongue
Pocahontas County, West Virginia
Wednesday 9 June 2010