Thursday Images - midsummer studies
A Green Sculpture - A Riot of Color
Our field goes through many distinct stages in the summer. When the snows finally melt they leave a scene of carnage; smothered clumps and piles of compressed grasses and plants. Out of this wreckage emerges bold growth, initially a hay-like grass that rises evenly in a manner that suggests Midwestern scenes of oats, rye or wheat. At a certain moment these grasses become so tall that they succumb easily to the pelting of rain storms and the foraging of deer. The unbroken waves of slender wheats lose their uniformity and majesty. They seem to represent the desired home for ticks and other unwelcome denizens. I mow their drooping edges and groom the maze like paths through them.
A month or so ago one noticed about a dozen pillars of darker grass, thick and vital; not cowed by rain or deer. With these came the various wildflowers we are accustomed to see as summer progresses. A few days ago one of these pillars drew me. These photos do not do it justice in conveying its bold beauty. I have done what I can to highlight the strength, deep green and bold stature of the thing.
This was a lovely day...and I continued up to our deck, camera in hand. The field, a study in greens, has its own brilliance. The flowers on the deck that Mary has been grooming have quite another.
It is a particular blessing for us to be able to sleep amidst this splendor and beauty...in a tent perched on the edge of the field. Add the sound of peepers, dusk and dawn bird songs, wind and branch rustle, and the effect is quite enervating.