I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some

image of Purple Saxifrage in Arctic SvalbardQuote above from Herbert Rappaport, Purple Saxifrage Saxifraga oppositifolia in Arctic Svalbard, July 2010 – by me.

Surrounded as I am, here in a little corner of Europe in April in the northern hemisphere, by the energetic riot that is Spring, my soul is wandering . . . damit!  Nearby, forest tree trunks stand shimmering in a hazy sea of bluebells just a half-mile from my house: a pretty, fine distraction from the laptop, facebook and emails.  Yet, and yet, it is to something raw and untamed that I’m drawn, where only the pumelling of icy winds rock the silence of the stones.  I’m dreaming of Summer coming to the realm where Polar bears stalk seals, and tiny flowers cling precarious to rainless Arctic desert shores, gnawing perhaps on some nutrient-rich fragment of whale bone the both of them. Maybe my bluebells, the warming sun, and the saxifrage are all speaking to each other. And me.

“When we try to pick out anything by itself we find that it is bound fast by a thousand invisible cords that cannot be broken, to everything in the universe”
John Muir

image of Bluebell wood

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