Another return to the back field today since the machinery in my usual morning spot with Sparkle was very active. I actually had to go back on my own because she didn't want to make the trek probably because of the humidity. Once I went through the gate, I stopped to soak in the tree covered with Spanish moss and greeted the gentleman who visits and trains his dog in the space. I was going to search for wild orchids for a friend, but grabbed a perspective from under the tree instead. It got me out of the morning sun, and I ended up not leaving the spot until my return home.
I want to say something eloquent about Spanish moss but am not pulling it together the way I'd like to. There's a feel to the plant, an emotional feel, and I want my words to deliver that feeling. Maybe the best word is 'romantic'. When I surround myself and go within it, I'm transported to another place, a good feeling place, where I wonder and let myself get absorbed. :)
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