Flower Child: Ramble with the Lady

August 28, 2015

I am too young to be a ``Flower Child,'' but old enough to remember the iconic image the term came from in 1967.

 

 

It was a photo by French photographer Marc Riboud.

That's according to the Smithsonian magazine's wonderful story on the capturing of that image of then 17-year-old Jan Rose Casmir.

 

``Flower Child'' came to me this morning as Lady, our family's mutt, and I rambled off into the ever later dawn.

 

Fall comes much too quickly for my tastes.

 

I dislike, even hate, fall with its colors of death.

 

But early fall is another matter in color, as this morning proved with the rich yellows of the volunteer evening primrose, the purples of red clover, the thinner purples of hulking mature thistles and the whites of the heads of Queen Anne's lace.

 

There are plenty of bright grab-your-eye flowers and moments, some that I did not even bother to capture as we rambled for the full two miles or so of an extended ramble.

 

On the distant edges of the extended ramble is where I found most of the tall flowering thistle, some that even reached over my head.

 

And most the yellow evening primrose was randomly scattered on the edges of the side rail, which separates the town from the wildness of the town pond, and mixed in the brush on the far edges.

 

Very little wildlife this morning. Not sure why.

 

I did hear some unknown sandpipers (or plover) in right field at the ballfield on the edge of town.

 

And a belted kingfisher rattled off from the southwest corner of the north old clay pit.

 

I did not see the first mourning dove until the same spot as the kingfisher.

 

I have no idea what happened with the doves. They just disappeared.

 

A few fish rolled on the surface of both pits, not sure if it is because of some temperature inversion or what.

 

Back on the edge of town, no doves, not a one, flew up from the grit area by the grain elevators.

 

But, as usual, the chef/cook, who runs the food truck for nursery and migrant workers, was finishing loading. When Lady and I set off I could smell the cooking of the fillings for tacos and burritos hanging in the nearly calm morning air.

 

A few doves, including one bigger Eurasian collared-dove, flew around the yard with the feeders across from the bus barn.

 

No rabbits spotted at all today, which may be a first for the summer.

 

The only squirrel was one hopping around across the street as we turned the corner for home.

 

Fall flowers or ones of late summer are the highlights of my wife's flower beds. Good to wrap up with the image of a morning glory wrapping around sunflowers.

 

 

 

 

 

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