Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mid May...

["No way. . . " That's what I said even as this Baltimore Oriole danced from its perch along the Musconetcong River to flutter into the water and bathe, where an oriole should, not in a bird bath but in a trout stream. And not 10 feet in front of us. The benefits of being still, without and within. Saturday, May 12, 2012, near Point Mountain, in my beloved Hunterdon County, NJ.]

Right, a hek of a weekend, how can the middle weekend of May be anything other? A weekend of Veeries and Magnolia Warblers and flowers and Red Knots. . . and no time to write or process anything more than memories. More to come. Hope your weekend was like that, and if it wasn't, do yourself this favor - take your 2013 calendar, find the middle weekend of May, and put two big X's there - and make sure your steps take you to treasured haunts next year.

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