The morning skies are overcast and hazy, and the forest meadow is drenched in soft, warm light. The earth crunches quietly beneath our feet, it’s parched having baked under weeks of sun and heat.
Spring and early summer’s wildflowers have gone to seed and the tall grasses sway to and fro on a breath of air.
Yarrow blooms are plentiful, the pristine white bright amongst the faded orange. The last of the daisies sit together in a small bunch; most others are fading, but these still hold on to their petals.
As we travel slowly through the overgrown meadow, we see a wildflower gone to seed, now resembling an overlarge dandelion head. The dreams that could be wished upon blowing these seeds to the wind must be wild and magical, but we simply admire their beauty — nature will scatter its seeds with the gentle caress of its breeze when the time is right.
A few pops of purple linger along the outskirts of the meadow, the willowherb enjoys the cooler, more filtered sunlight provided by the nearby woods.
But we look down, and there’s more purple, vibrant and saturated — known as dame’s rocket, there was only a plant or two of this delightful flower.
We traverse the gently sloping meadow, wading through the tall grass, caressing the swaying daisies, and we find ourselves next to a flourishing creambush. Delicate and overflowing, these lace-like flowers attract many little ants and other flying insects.
Movement catches our eye. We pause and search. And there, shy and timid, a lovely deer peers back at us through the branches.
We quietly watch each other for a moment or two, but as she moves off, so do we — we’re ready to step into the shady winding path through the trees where sunlight filters through the canopy, casting spotlights on the moss.
Until our next wander, I hope you’re all doing well.
♡ Whitney
Bring a moment of nature in. Visit the shop to explore the current selection of available prints, or let’s create something unique just for you with a photo of your choosing.
With all the political turmoil THIS wander through nature bathed me in peace
I so appreciate tagging along on your walks. Thanks again for your lovely words and photos, Whitney.