We had a late, wet, very cool spring this year in Oklahoma - and the blooming things, although showing up a tad tardy, went wild. In New Mexico, I could never grow this state flower - gone too often I was to keep it wet enough to survive to bloom. But in my little Oklahoma garden - blue flax ruled for a couple of weeks - a colorful homage to my home away from home.
A slow economy has its small rewards - and I found myself home for once at the same time the bleeding hearts were blooming. Life contemplated in the company of a bush full of bleeding heart blooms seems flushed with promise.
The hostas rise up to fill in the shady spots - slowly unfurling their painted leaves with the promise of spiky hummingbird goodness later in the summer.
A fistful of wild flower seeds planted last spring come to life a year late - exploding in the cool, damp weather with colorful mysteries.
And then of course, the pièce de résistance of spring -- the little dogwood I planted my first fall that veteran Oklahoma gardeners said would never bloom in my city backyard - blooms again for the second year in a row. It's a happy little tree, blocked from the Oklahoma wind and bursting with bloom in the fleeting understory sunshine that comes before the pecan and oak trees above it leaf out.
These are the things I marveled in the weeks before heading off for the New River Birding and Nature Festival in West Virginia. This is the beauty of spring that I always long for in the seemingly endless, cold winter months. And these spring flowers held my attention rapt as I packed for three weeks of work in Argentina. Forgetting, for a moment, what happens when one travels far enough south of the equator in springtime...
Fall is exactly what happens when one ventures 34 degrees south of the equator in early May.
Disconcerting to say the least. My head spun like a top -- but rotating counter clockwise, of course, as things do below the equator. The feeling of having lost summer was overwhelming. It all felt a little Rip Van Winkleish - as if waking up from a short nap to discover the loss of time and a cherished season.
These brilliant red cypress leaves could not for a moment assuage the feeling of having lost the rest of spring and all of summer.
In no time at all, golden-flamed leaves consumed the part of my brain that triggers appetite and I found myself with a feeble hankering for turkey and cranberries and sweet potatoes and butternut squash. Traitor! screamed the part of brain still holding on to the once not so distant promise of sweet corn on the cob, steaks on the grill, strawberry shortcake and watermelon slices.
and sweet gum trees were in on the ruse
on this path that leads to winter.
Hello, nice photographs! Nice blog! I linked here via Joseph Campbell interest. thanks for the imagery.
Beautiful photographs. I've never been far enough south of the equator to feel a strong sense of season reversal- Peru and Ecuador are just too tropical for that. I have a feeling I'd respond exactly as you did.
beautiful photos all. I keep saying I will make it to New England for fall color - I should consider going further south, where in Argentina did you go?
Okay, that's just weird.
The whole equator thing would have me dizzy too. And if you went in Winter, it would be summer there? That's just weird.
Your description of how your brain responded to the seasonal switch..was just thought provoking. You were thinking Thanksgiving foods, but your brain wanted summertime back and the watermellon! Nice photographs and even nicer commentary.
Can't imagine how international pilots must cope with seasonal changes daily! Beautiful photos!!And after weeks of rain I'm begging for some spring!
Boy, I got hungry reading this one!
You made my heart sing for those days when Kyle and I spent most or all of the year south, far south, of the equator guiding week long river trips on the Bio Bio, climbing volcanoes and traveling around the Chilean country side thanks. Bill of the birds gave me an idea to use your New River Birding and Nature Festival post as a focal point on the festivals web site any thought on that?
Tim, I don't think I could have adjusted to that when my mind and body are craving the opposite. Very strange, indeed!
Only you can made a flower look dramatic. They're beautiful. Should be framed.
You are making me homesick! Love Peru but love home even more.....
T.R. - Gorgeous photos! I voted for you for best travel blog!!!
Your writing is so beautiful, TR. You amaze me. I wanted some butternut squash when I saw that tree, too. Just stunning. And, that blue flower. It took my breath away. I love the fast movement of the figure on the scooter. I love the word, "understory."
You're so cool. Will you be my friend? Ha!
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Aaack! My daddy's been gone lo these many (29?) years, and I will never understand moon phases, upside-down seasons, and backwards toilets without his patience and tennis-ball-toothpick-and-ping-pong-ball demonstrations. We are having an absurdly dry and warm spring here and it makes me as nervous as most people get with our grey-flannel winter skies.
Wow! Your photos and your blog are absolutely amazing. I'm so glad I "found" you. I'll definitely be following along (I found you through the nature blog network, btw).
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