"What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
The roses in the garden have been enjoying the cooler weather and then we get a long day of sun and they bud out like they've gone mad with joy. Don't tell me that flowers have no feelings, no souls...
"No one can have a healthy love for flowers unless he loves the wild ones."
This wild beauty left it's imprint on my hand and in my heart.
The Queen Anne's Lace: or Wild Carrot is blooming down along the river. It stands high above the wild berries and poison oak; swaying in the breeze and beckoning all who drive by.
I remember fields of this flower on the road from Eugene to Florence Oregon; a trip I took a few years ago ,by myself, to see my cousins. Queen Anne's Lace was everywhere that summer. Every time I see this lovely wild flower I think of that trip...,looking for a new wild species of plants with my cousin Danna and her husband (both Botanists for a local university)..., my cousin Jeanne's beautiful garden and her cat that followed me through the berries as I picked them for lunch. Imprints and memories...
Yesterday the Prospector and I drove to the Mokelumne River, to introduce Carl to the beautiful water and wildness of this place we love so much. I have photos of Carl's first encounter with the river in tomorrow's post.