Elderberry blossoms coming

There is a deluge outside this morning, so without taxing myself or my faithful supervising dog, Max ( who insisted that wet dog fur was smelly), we are presenting this photo of an elderberry blossom not quite ready to bloom.

It was taken just down from the tiny knoll that is above the tiny pond yesterday. The knoll serves as the top of the waterfall that helps filter and circulate the pond water. The term knoll is probably the best name for it because it’s too tiny to be a hill, perhaps a hillock.

And walk? It’s my morning ritual. I walk through the trails and around my small woodland verge garden each morning. I do this especially in the spring, because almost every day in April, May, and June something is on view with its small blooms.

The woodland garden is tiny. It has mulch trails winding through it so you can wend and twist on your way and view all the little treasures along the way. Some of it was planted, but some years I find new native plants that have wandered in, as though there’s a woodland telephone system, ” hey! There’s a good place over on the other side for a colony of you guys!” So for all the value of native plants I’ve added the immigrants have added more.

So the golden ragwort and many of the ferns, were surprises. But the small clump of the rare goldenseal has been carefully observed and catered to. It’s rare because it’s been overharvested by unscrupulous herbalists for its medicinal properties.

And that’s my typical morning stroll with dog and a cup of coffee…on occasion, a cat joins in, perched on my shoulders.

Daily writing prompt

Go on a walk today and share a photo of something that catches your eye.

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