Her sirens lured us to ponds’ and meadows' edge this morning, completely altering the course of our day: up county road thirty six, north of Westport. I am not sure if we will ever escape this land, for I have not tied myself to a mast, nor have I filled Alanagh and Molly’s ears with wax. How could I possibly do that, and miss the morning pregnant with bird song, day- life opening, and warming in the broadening light? How could I ever want to escape the captivity of bluebirds?
Female Mallard
Chalk Fronted Corporal Dragon Flies
Four Spotted Skimmer Dragonfly
Chicory
Brown Eyed Susans
Bugloss, Blue Weed/ Vipers Bugloss
Pink Clover
Water Lilies
Strength
