The Dame’s Rocket is finished blooming in the fields, and now the wild roses and lilies are beginning to show forth along the bike path. A ride along said path today brought evidence that their glory will go from infancy to the prime of life in a matter of days. I can’t remember which wildflowers replace the ones currently in bloom, but even when I do know the variety, I am delighted almost as much as when I first discovered the resplendence of the wilds of Ohio. And equally delightful, red berries cling to the bike path’s wild black raspberry vines and will doubtless be ready for picking in a couple of weeks. I hope the old guy with the huge waders (to remain untouched by the thorns and poison ivy) comes with his pail again this year – another delightful scene.
Sometimes when the weather is breezy, warm and not humid (as it has been for many days now), and I’ve picked my fill of strawberries in the backyard I can believe that there is no better place on earth than my patch of Ohio. Ahhh. Contentment