In Bl-oom

Posted in Life in general, On writing at 7:08 am by Marion


Hello out there in Fiction Dailyland. It’s been more than a week now, and though I’d like to tell you I was on a daring mission to save the Crown jewels, rescuing an imprisoned heir, hanging by a rope off a cliff at Big Sur trying to figure out who killed the shady land developer. At the Caribbean seashore saving endangered birds by breaking up a poaching ring. In the mountains of Appalachia protesting mining operations that blow off the tops of those beautiful God-given mountains.

Trailing arbutus. Photo by MB

Alas. The truth is I am overwhelmed by fairly underwhelming obligations. Yes, yours truly is on the hamster wheel.

Yet today I wake up and look out of the window in front of my desk and see a green world, a slightly overcast sky, and a fresh morning. It’s probably why I became a so-called morning person in college — when I wake my thoughts are orderly and hopeful, and when I see the sun rise and bring a new day, I can tackle whatever seemed so impossible the night before.

So today. Yesterday as I drove through town I realized it’s that moment of the year when everyone who doesn’t live in the South is tragic. Everywhere you look azaleas and dogwoods are blooming. The two open together around here, and everything seems to explode — sprouting leaves are the canvas for the rush of fushia, red, pink and white.

Meanwhile, phlox and sorrel are also in bloom, giving a soft, powder blue and pink tint to lawns and driveway borders.

For wildflowers, the show starts pretty early. No dozing if you want to see trout lily, bloodroot, wood sorel and other dear ones.

Two weekends ago we took a hike at Medoc Mountain State Park. If you’ve never been there, it’s a wonderful place.

Medoc is a trove of wildflowers each spring. You need to start early, however, and our visit March 28 was a bit on the late side. Early March may be better for some flowers, such as Bloodroot.

We did manage to see Trailing Arbutus, a wildflower I’ve always wanted to see blooming. Mom says when it first opens it’s hot pink before fading to white, so maybe next year I’ll catch it. When we saw them, the blooms were white. But so precious.

We also saw trout lilies, some past their peak but others just opening. The main surprise was the degree of flooding … most of the trails were underwater, and in many cases, we walked off trail. I thought it was too early for chiggers, but I did have a few bites. Nothing like it will be this autumn, when you have to coat yourself with spray, and certainly avoid stepping off the trail, or become chigger food.

Medoc is on the to-do list again for May, when Adamasco lilies should be in bloom, and possibly the last of the lady’s slipper (moccasin flower).

We meet with our tax preparer tomorrow afternoon; meanwhile, plenty of work left for me to do on them.

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