Once upon a time, I peeked out of the mini blinds and saw the rising sun beginning to mark the horizon with gold.
Let's hurry! The first order of the day is to be dressed, put on suitable shoes and have a bite of food and some fragrant coffee while keeping an eye on the brightening horizon.
The time has come to pack the camera, add the mat upon which to kneel, the tripod "just in case" and a red bandanna rolled and twisted around my forehead and hair We all of us march out to the car. Joy!
I know just where to go. The smile is back on my face in anticipation. On arrival at the destination I so longed for all winter, I get out of the vehicle and start gathering things from the back seat. I know I will be looking for insects, flowers and small miracles in the grass as well as on the bushes, so I only take the camera, the kneeling mat and the closeup lens.
Oh! It is so humid and hot. I can hear the "heat bugs" all around me as I walk to my choice of a first area of wild flowers. They, the chorusing insects, add to the delight of the day for me. They mean summer or the heat of spring. The heat and humidity which are already making my scalp wet do as well. I don't care. My usual vanity-type concerns fade when I turn into the copse where my little ones are waiting for me. The sun is gleaming with growing ardor down onto the cleared spaces of my magical playground. But my babies are all in the shade, still covered with their jewels in the form of pure dew.
I walk softly and respectfully to where they are gathered and listen closely to their murmurs. I kneel down among them and whisper 'good morning' to the assembly right where I am at the moment. If an opportunity presents itself I thank them humbly, (and I do indeed, my friends) and watch as bees come to feed and gather pollen. We, the bees and I, are friends. We do not become upset in the presence of one another and we always share the moment in peace. I watch them and occasionally make a mental comment to them about their thick leggings of pollen. I am always complimentary of their work. It pays to be polite don't you know?
I engage the butterflies who stop by or land near me in a greeting, and I remark on their help with the pollinating. They like their pictures taken too, as do the bees and the wildflowers. I ask their leave and they have posed very nicely for me on many occasions. I rise from my mat and go to another group of wildflowers who have woken and begun their day. I greet them as well and whisper to them of my hopes and ask that they help me capture just a little of their magic. They are lenient with those of us who listen, and who are respectful of the wildflowers and insects tiny world. And I am here to say that I have learned a lot in my conversations with them. Some of my conversations I have transcribed to my photos of these beautiful subjects, in my Flickr account. One of my favorite conversations of all time was with a group of wallflowers who told me they were there to be chaperons at the springtime dance of the dwellers of the meadow. I was honored to show them in their beautiful pastel dresses and help them tell their story.
I can hardly wait friends. I am so looking forward to being there with them again. I hope they missed me? Have they wondered where I have been? Will they send a silent message to me as I approach? I will greet them with my best smile when I see them soon.
One of the dearest little faces in the world. This little one was in my yard today and the only sweetie open. Everyone else was still closed tightly but this one said it was all right to celebrate her beauty and her simply being here.