When we look up into the branches of the trees on property we see birds. They’re also on the ground, in the shrubs, sitting on the sturdy stems of prairie plants. We garden for birds, providing food, natural shelter, and running water. They come to us for meals, to train their fledglings, and to bathe. This time of year, even natural enemies set aside their differences. Our stream will have three or four bird species bathing together. In spring, they defend their territory, and only hang with their own kind. It’s like school kids, the 3rd graders don’t get to play with the middle schoolers. Now, the field is open to all.
WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge:Look UP
Charly Makray-Rice Photography @ Viewbug
A Wisconsin winter woodland and prairie are rawboned, gaunt, and sharp. Summer’s soft mantle of leaves, drape of morning dew, and distraction of bird song are gone. Autumn’s fragrance of parched leaves has become frozen nose, sharp cold, and biting wind. Only in the first few hours of fresh snowfall, or complete oblivion, are the skeletal, angular, bent, signs of aging unnoticed on Mother Earth.
The softest of summer’s grasses are brittle, cracked, and snapped to the ground. Snow covered branches rest heavy burdens on frozen ground. All around me, I see chaos, disorder, geometric, shadows, and little of the softness of winter’s first snow. My backyard prairie, woods and garden are certainly full of angles, and one Angel.
Thanks for passing by The Road Less Paved. Hope to see you again.
Guardian angel waits in sun or snow.
No escape for this oak leaf,
Discarded rocking chair
Wind blasted stems of the Prairie Cup Plant
Study angular stems of Prairie Cup Plant
Weekly Photo Challenge:Angular