GREEN.

 "Plants do not speak, but their silence is alive with change...." 
            -May Sarton (Plant Dreaming Deep)

Green. Everything is green these days. The perennials are  popping up fast and furious.  
                              Lemon Balm
While in the greenhouse, the annuals wait with bated breath. Their turn is coming.....soon.

Lilies in the early morning. Waiting for their blooms....

 Alchemilla mollis ( Lady's Mantle) It grows everywhere and anywhere....

 Roses. Lots of roses. Still green.

 Prairie Crocus ( also known as Windflower) has survived the muck of winter. 

 Hot purple Clematis. Re-potted. Much happier it is....

 Native Cranesbill.... Another perennial that  seems to  live on the wind and find a home wherever it wishes.

 Rock wall.  Perennial Hydrangea, Perennial sweet peas, Dragon's blood, Cranesbill...

 Iris. Yellow. It was a goner last year........but it's green this year.

 Rain.

  Campanula. and 40 year old Rhubarb. I  trucked that rhubarb  across the country , leaving a chunk of it everywhere we lived. Last year it was Dead. Gone.  This year it  decided to come ALIVE.....

"Our indigenous herbalists say to pay attention when plants come to you; they're bringing you something you need to learn.."
                                                                 - Robin Wall Kimmerer

 Dragon's Blood..............

 Pink  Bleeding Hearts..........

 White Bleeding Hearts.......

 Bees....

 More Rain.

 "Plants are not like us....." -Hope Jahren

 Rhodo

 And of course, the CAT PLANT (Scientia Cattus) Needs to water, makes its own fertilizer, craves sun and grows upright ..........

Photographs 2020

CHASING LIGHT.......

 "WHERE SHADOW CHASES LIGHT" by Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

(Western Tanager)

 From  his Nobel Prize winning book ( 1913) "Gintanjali" (Song of Offerings), with an introduction by by the great W.B. Yeats (1865-1939). This beautiful poem has been set to music by various groups and won awards at Choral competitions. Tagore and Yeats are a couple  of my favourite writers as well......

 This is my delight thus to wait and watch at the wayside

 Where shadow chases light

 And the rain comes in the wake of summer

 Messengers......

 with tidings from unknown skies

 greet me and speed along the road.

 My heart is glad within...........

 And the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.

 From dawn till dusk............

 I sit here before my door

 And I know that all of a sudden

 The happy moment

 Will arrive when I shall see.

 In the meantime..........

 I smile and I sing all alone.

 In the meantime, the air is filling with the perfume of promise.....

 Photographs 2020

NESTING EAGLES at WILLOWPOINT

"Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high around its sigh, no more alone in the sky. Other birds remain away, clouds pass by between the shrouds of life and sun rays die...."-Munia Khan

 There is nothing like watching the eagles....

 Especially when they call to each other......

 As they sit over their huge nest in the gigantic trees down near the Passage in Campbell River. They start prepping the next together  in late December. It becomes a bonding ritual for the pair.

 My vantage point was near this bench, way from their actual home.

 And I could hear them calling with their dinosaur calls.

 maybe talking to their babies in the nest, or the other eagles perched high. 

 "Walk with wolves. run with lions. SOAR with eagles...."
                         -Matshona Dhliwayo

 Their calls carry across the sand. Sounding somewhat like a Velociraptor from Jurassic Park.... 

 And they don't stop calling. ...

 The sun and clouds wash low into the horizon and still the eagles  call ..

 Eagles can live a long time, into their thirties in the wild. In Sanctuaries they can live p to 48 years. 

When they catch prey in their talons, they will use their beaks to clip the spinal cord of prey.

 Usually they lay two eggs between March 25 and May 1st in B.C. approximately.

 that means those babies are almost here....or could be already....the way the parents were chorusing.....

 Eagles bond together. Mate for life.If one dies the other will find another partner in the same territory. And they cycle continues on...

"The eagle only knows how high it can fly when it spreads its wings....." -Matshona Dhliwayo

 Photographs 2020

Photos taken at Willowpoint, in Campbell River, B.C., 
                          Discovery passage