I’ve walked this path over the years–so familiar, and yet today I noticed flowers, many planted with deliberation, but so many others volunteering their presence in the neighborhood. As I walked with my camera, I brought you along, hoping to capture and share even a taste of the color I found scattered along the way.
The cool of the morning drew me outside. The sun will soon bear down and heat up the air, welcome warmth for many, but less welcome for one who is unable to sweat. In years past I walked along this lake almost every day, my refuge as I sought healing from unrelenting seizures. Today I headed out, an unplanned outing yet a chance to stretch muscles that have been confined as my foot heals from a freak injury. A spider bite last spring left my foot swollen and badly infected throughout the summer, making walking difficult if not impossible.
Morning glories crept near the road, a sprawling ground cover of green, whites, and blues.
More morning glories clung to a telephone pole, winding their way heavenward.
Cosmos neared the end of their lives.
Grasses sprouted their seeds along a fence. Lazy susans opened to the morning sun.
Some of my neighbors have carefully tended gardens–I peeked at their plantings, grateful for the work they put into sharing color along my way.
One neighbor turned her flower bed into a vegetable garden filled with blossoms that will provide summer salads.
I smiled at the zinnia blooming so proudly amidst the cucumber blossoms.
Near the end of the road I spied water lily flowers covering the surface of the lake.
Closer to the shore were purple loosestrife–invasive weeds, but color, nonetheless. In angling the camera to get a photo of the loosestrife I caught a glimpse of the moon not yet set, reflecting ever so slightly on the surface of the water.
Some yards in the neighborhood have gotten little attention as they transition from one owner to the next.
Flowers still bloom, or grow faded and worn, their colors derived from plastic or silk.
I was rewarded with the sight of a double-crested cormorant soaring in to land in the lake. It quickly set to work diving for its breakfast.
Geese called and came flying in to settle. They stayed for a only a short while, then flew off, hoping for something different.
Soon enough the sun warmed the air and I headed for home, grateful for shelter, for a cool place to be in the summer heat, and for late summer color. Fall is just around the corner, and for me, it can’t come soon enough!
Marjorie Turner Hollman is a personal historian who loves the outdoors, and has completed two guides to Easy Walking trails in Massachusetts, “Easy Walks in Massachusetts 2nd edition,” and “More Easy Walks in Massachusetts.” A native Floridian, she came north for college and snow! New England Regional Chair for the Association of Personal Historians, she is a Certified Legacy Planner with LegacyStories.org, and is the producer of numerous veterans interviews for the Bellingham/Mendon Veteran’s History Project. http://www.marjorieturner.com