I walked yesterday to mentally prepare for a Summer in which I plan to get a great deal done. In the midst of the woods, I saw this flower climbing a tree:
I like the timeless quality of the scraggle woods. This burr oak tree began growing in this woodland some 250 years ago, decades before Ms. Bessie Heard started a nature foundation so that I could one day hike and see it. Thomas Jefferson had not written the Declaration of Independence when this free-standing tree took root.
Outside the wooded sections, wild prairie grasses and wildflowers mixed among the invasive farm grasses. I was at peace.
Only thirty five miles away, one million people sweltered under concrete encased heat.
