Today lets go right on through the garden and out the trinity gate to see what the woods holds for us on this foggy morning.
At 6:30 am, the sun is merely a strong suggestion. Like a shy bride it peeks through its veil of moisture laden fog.

Beside the path grow many Mayapples including several like this one below that has been changed either by an outside source or a mutation. Does everyone have some of these or is this a local happening. I've been noticing speckled Mayapple leaves for about five years.

Water is not the only thing falling on the leaves.
Tiny blossoms, like stars have been caught by a giant green hand.
The leaves also have provided a place for this tiny moth resting after what was probably a busy night.
As we look to our feet we spot a clover opened to its full beauty. At first sight, the flower seems very small, but it is all in our perspective. To its visitor it must seem large. Do our homes seem so small from above? We do miss alot when we forget to stop and watch, don't we?

How much better to see this lovely daisy, not quite fully opened as it displays its sharply contrasting colors and a clear display of Fibonacci pattern in that each floret is oriented toward the next by 137.5 degrees or the golden angle displaying a pattern of interconnecting spirals that is the most efficient way to pack florets onto one flower. But enough science. I want just admire it's beauty.

We don't have to die to see the light. We just have to get up early, take the walk and pay attention.
By the time we tramp through the weeds of the gas line, my jeans have become so heavy with dew that they threaten to fall down with the weight of the moisture. So it is back through the woods until we spot home through the leaves at the edge of the woods.
I have no intention of crossing through the tall, wet, tick-laden grass. but choose, instead to skirt the field and come into the yard past the rows of planted wildflowers now glowing golden yellow in the morning sun.
Lets go inside. . . but no, there is no time left today.
We'll save that for tomorrow.
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