Watching others busying themselves is my amusement lately while I take time out from routines and duties to refresh myself. It has been too long since I have been able to stay still in one place, just be tranquil, with empty thoughts. This luxury of unfilled time will last only a brief while. Time is precious. I watch others do their routines such as this Bee and Fly on a summer Dahlia and I am grateful for the ordinary, underappreciated, normal paces of life. Soon I will rejoin the busyness and be productive again with a passion that comes from this immeasurable restorative respite.
The Alfred Caldwell Lily Pond lies just outside the far north end of Lincoln Park Zoo. One discreet turnstile entry connects the two. This morning it was a welcome respite in our five miles walk through Lincoln Park. The water fell softly down the stones and leaves gently fell into the pond. Newer fallen leaves floated above the water logged older leaves collecting at the bottom of the shallow pond.
Quiet moments gazing at the wet forest floor that edges Volo Bog. Still and single in color, yet richly active with textures and diversity. Mosses, ferns, mushroom, and more….
Feathery plumes of tiny flowers bring prominent attention to this shade-loving, summer bloom. In the fall, it is often Goldenrods in their golden show or many perennials’ seed heads that create such a fuzzy manifestation. These bunches are the low blossoming Astilbe perennial used as border plants in one of my beds surrounded by Pachysandra ground cover. It is one of my least aggressive plants, so I regularly defend it’s territory, thinning out invading, more prolific, species. This year’s blooms are more outstanding in part due to our very wet spring and early summer.