Day 268 – The Wind Blows Wherever it Pleases


The Wind Blows Wherever it Pleases

Day 268

February: Thinking of Flowers by Jane Kenyon

Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.

Nothing but white–the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on the immense tide.

A single green sprouting thing
would restore me. . . .

Then think of the tall Delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily.

Today I wandered in the sun and in the wind. Today I wandered hiking trails and boggy areas.  Today I wandered across a bridge, down a sledding hill and up to the top of a look out tower.  It was a nice wander made nicer by the warmth of the sun on my skin, but more challenging because of the wind blowing into one ear, whistling around in my cranium before exiting the other ear and leaving an ache behind.  My camera was looking for a friend to photograph, but my eyes wanted to take in the *big picture* today and while I saw the tall dry grass from last year bent in the sun, the tiny pointy leaves of the wild roses unfurling from the brambly branches, the red berries on branches with sunlight shining through, I didn’t make myself stop to get better acquainted, other than one time to have a heart to heart with the bolts fastening the steps of the look out tower.
It has been a strange winter.  The snow has left as quickly as it came, the daffodil leaves are 2 inches high and pails are attached to the sugar maples. The warmth of the sun is expected at this point in the year.  The tapped maple trees are not.  I wonder what summer will bring us…
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17 thoughts on “Day 268 – The Wind Blows Wherever it Pleases

  1. This is a really cool shot. The dof makes me happy. 🙂

    You guys, too? It was actually a news story last week – our maple trees are never tapped this early!!

    We did wake up to winter again today, though. From no snow to 3 or 4 inches overnight.

    My poor tiger lilies!

  2. Strange to be thinking of flowers in February in such imminent terms! But beyond that, I’m mighty impressed with your tower-climbing exploits. When I’m on my own on a windy-day outing, I wear silicone earplugs and they do wonders for evading earache. You braved the wind *and* the height–but it paid off in yummy rusty bolts. Yee-hah!

    • I shake like crazy when I am climbing those steps too! Don’t look down or it is all over! The light that was reflecting under the step and onto the bolts was perfect and made me remember that I need to do DIY light reflector for other outdoor and indoor project.

  3. Never thought bolts could be the stuff of dreams and yet here we are. 😀
    The whole post is dreamy, beautiful! From the colours in the photograph to the poem to your musings. Warm and beautiful!

    I hope summer brings us rustling corn fields, cool breezes and riotous blooms.

    What’s DOF?

  4. The simple, simply beautiful rewards of bravery! My hats off to you Cyndi (and it wasn’t the wind that took it!) I am SUCH a fan of the “nuts and bolt” of manufacturing, of rusted parts of machines, of old farm tools. and I love this image of yours!

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