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May 17
On our daily walk, Gord and I pass the same limestone boulder, bifurcated by a crack. The boulder was likely left behind by a glacier a millennia ago. Who knows how the seeds got ther
For months, I have been watching a Canadian Columbine plant that grows in that crack and listens to the Whirlpool Rapids below.
It doesn’t have culinary or medicinal uses. Mostly it functions to be pretty. I watched it from late fall through spring growth until this weekend when it exploded with blossoms.
It amazes me how, when we share our path with other people (most only visit in good, dry weather), no one seems to ever pause to look at the beauty.
They also miss out on the yellow warblers, hermit thrushes and chickadees. They also won’t pay attention to the mushrooms, berries and wildflowers. Heck they likely won’t even find that stand of sassafras along the Great Gorge Railway bed.
It’s OK. Don’t tell them.
