Wildflowers 28 June 2019

The sweet smell of wild roses always takes me back to summer camp. The wildflowers on mountain trails are such a vibrant blaze of color. It can’t help but be a blessing, even when you are huffing and puffing yourself up a hill. Meadows full of purple, red, white, pink, and yellow cover the hills and valleys.

Raspberries and strawberries are not blooming yet, but we try to remember where we see a lot of them so we can go back to that trail in July for a sweet feast.

Sage and wild onion provide the savory opposite that wonderful honeyed breath of the rose bushes all covered with delicate pink petals. It’s a choice: focus on the sore feet or focus on the rough beauty. No contest.

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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