Note: This post is featured in Festival of Trees #62, hosted by Kate Natick of Beyond the Brambles.
I wish words could express, or a photo convey, the charm of fireflies glowing in the rain. The magic of watching fireflies dissipates as soon as I pick up the camera and try to track them through the viewfinder. But perhaps it's best that many of nature's mysteries elude capture. It reminds us that we are not the center of everything, that wild things dance to music we do not hear.
The young sycamore tree speaks to me of resilience, of the will to live that thrusts its roots through rock to reach the water. It speaks of grace, of life that overflows in the most surprising places. It speaks of creativity, of abundance, of the love of a creator who wants life to flourish everywhere.
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I have thought the same thing about fireflies as I sit on my deck in the evening and watch them light up the trees. You are so right that it's best that some mysteries elude us.
The tree is a wonder and I understand why you keep going back to it. For the last several years I've had impatiens growing up in the cracks between the bricks of my back steps. Some are growing up through the sidewalk as well. Not quite the same as a tree growing in stone, but it speaks to me in that same way.
Beautiful post!
Sheila I have never in my life ever seen fireflies. They must be magical looking! Maybe someday I will get to see fireflies, and to see the aurora borealis too. I need to get out more...
I would never have know where New Hope Creek was or that it even existed until today. A great capture with wonderful words of truth and wisdom. Thanks for taking me there!
Ginny, glad you understand. It's hard to communicate - and maybe that's part of the point ... Re: the impatiens, I like any plant (except for truly thuggish weeds) that come up in surprising places. Columbine seedlings are now growing in the cracks between flagstones. I think they like it better there than my clay soil :)
Linnie, I'll trade you a firefly for a delphinium. Really? They don't live in the Pacific Northwest? I have wanted to see the aurora borealis since I was a kid ...
Pumpkydine, I expect very few people would have heard of New Hope Creek unless they happen to live near it. It's an ordinary Piedmont creek but is beautiful in its way. I like that it's not in guidebooks. Glad you liked the post!
This picture is one of the most spiritual I have ever seen and to actually witness it must have been amazing...I love trees for so many reasons but this one is beyond words...growing through rocks gives me hope that we can be like her...growing our roots through all the rocks in our lives reaching the fresh, cool, satisfying water of life...so wonderful to get there and that is the best part of the journey
I too value resilience in plants and keep coming back to specimens like your intrepid sycamore. I still see holes in the sky where people ahve cut down really old trees--I miss them.
Donna, thank you for your reflection. I am convinced we have much to learn from trees and am glad to hear that the sycamore speaks to you, too ...
Carolyn, I knew I was not the only one to make special trips to visit trees ... It makes me almost sick when I read about the history of indiscriminate logging of old trees ...
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