Some consider the Mountain bluet (Centaurea montana) – also known as Perennial Cornflower or Perennial Bachelor’s Buttons as an invasive weed. This one, and it’s kin seem to be quite well behaved, and though thriving, is keeping itself contained within the flower beds.
Personally, I am grateful for the startling blue and dramatic spikes of this bloom – I noticed it just a couple of days before the temperatures rose into mid-summer 80 degree range. As such, a harbinger of Summer.
Take a look at the events and it sure feels like Summer. Music at Chet’s this weekend, Stone Bridge Party on the Patio starts this thursday.
Sunday brunch has started back up at Fern Hall Inn. One of our favorite places to wander on a sultry evening is the Lakeside Café at Oliveri’s Crystal Lake Hotel. Warm evening breezes, delicious knoshing, waves gently lapping on the shore.
Wherever you wander this weekend please do keep in mind those whose sacrifice make such pleasant diversions possible. We owe it to those folks to enjoy the life we are able to pursue.
Even if not by nature, it’s probably in one’s best interest to be simple minded.
A glance out the window this week as dawn manifested left us transfixed, wondering.
Why do some clouds seem like wisps of smoke in the air, others more like ripples of water barely disturbing a quiescent surface?
What is the name of the color when it’s no longer pink and yet to grow full blue?
Certainly, smart people and Google know the answers to these questions, which, no doubt have to do with time of day, temperature, humidity, angle of the sun, atmospheric density, etc…
Right now, smart people’s numbers are in my phone, Google search is two clicks away.
Definitive answers close at hand, yet, still, it seems more right to sit, and simply wonder.
Unless one walks through the neighborhood asleep, season’s progression is obvious. The changes may be subtle, yet always evident.
As Spring ages, grass richens to a slightly darker shade of green, tree buds, that from a distance seemed tinged orange, eventually shed that husk revealing pale yellow new growth.
Some rusty lilac buds have already burst to purple. Fiddle head ferns have pushed themselves up through warming soil. Violets and trout lilies carpet the forest floor. Dandelions seem determined to overwhelm green meadows with yellow, but, this too shall pass.
Humans, who benefit from paying attention to such things, punctuate seasons by plowing, harrowing, and sowing. Indeed, “For everything there is a season, a time for every activity…”
One realizes as they awaken that nature can always be trusted to prompt us to behaviours appropriate to time, circumstance, and season.
While driving slowly along Crystal Lake recently, we spotted this fellow (males have a red stripe on the cheek) flying from tree to tree along the shore.
Though rare, his kin has visited our backyard before, but this fellow was particularly memorable as his brilliant crest contrasted the silver grey of a rainy evening.
Not much later, a bald eagle, worried by two large crows, flashed his head and tail brilliant white, just outside the dining room window.
Always good to “drop a gear” while wandering about the area. It is truly wonderful what becomes noticeable simply by reducing one’s pace.