It was a lovely spring morning on the Idyllwild Nature Center trails. Lupine is one of my favorite wildflowers and there they were! And they were enjoying the attention of many of the mountain’s butterflies. So thrilled to get a photo of this beautiful creature, happily pollenating the Lupine in an age-old dance of life.
The swallows arrived awhile ago and they are pairing up for the season and checking out nest sites. They’ve been hanging out in the yard for about a week, and this morning and they seemed to like a cavity in the ancient oak next to my deck. I’m thrilled and hopeful that they will return and share their summer with me.
In this time of pandemic, a number of websites are springing up to encourage those of us staying in our homes to share and connect with others around the world. These sites bring tremendous peace to me, giving evidence that we are all part of the collective of humanity. And that we are loving, compassionate, and kind beings who are open to beauty and connection.
Hoping to post this to the “View from My Window” group on Facebook. Over a million members in less than a month. A coyote appeared and explored the yard. A blessing from the Wild Things.
Seems strange to wake up to so much snow in April, but there are lots of strange things now. Humans are weathering the coronavirus pandemic by sheltering in place, and the Wild Things are sheltering from the storm in the safety of the cedar tree. Life goes on.
It was just one of those unexpected magical moments. A heartfelt connection with a squirrel friend.
It’s always a thrill to when the first bluebirds of the year arrive in the yard. A sure sign that the mountain is awakening and the joyous season of rebirth and renewal is on its way.
New gear: The Sony 10RX Mark 4. Absolutely love it.
You have already written this about news traveling fast.
Some people hate detours.
After a deluge of rain in mid-February, March brought a “wildflower super bloom” to parts of Southern California. Two of the three roads off our mountain were washed out, and a detour took us along a rural road as we made our way around the mountain to the town down below.
What have brought destruction to our roads and bridges had blessed the hillside with exactly wheat the wildflowers needed to bloom. And the miracle of the “super bloom” occurred during an amazing butterfly migration.
This magnificient bloom occurred in a protected habitat conservation area.
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