I know, I know…another nature walk?
It was just too nice to stay indoors today.
And now that I have a blog
{and somewhat of a captive audience…hehehe}
I feel compelled to take pictures and post them.
{Even though I will never argue that I have any skill
for taking good pictures.
Holding the camera just makes me feel…
professional.
And bossy.}
Today we went with Grandma and Grandpa
to the Robert Ridgway Grasslands Nature Preserve.
{You’ve heard of Robert Ridgway, right?}
The last time we were here, it was summer,
and everything was in bloom.
This time,
everything is drying out.
Fall is on the way.
The pond is much smaller than before,
due to the lack of rain in the last two months.
But it was by far the greenest place on our walk,
and there were still frogs on the bank.
And tracks, of course,
from thirsty raccoons.
We also spotted this track through the grass.
Can you see the break in the stems, just to the left
of the sign post?
We think it might have been made
by a turtle – giant snapping or box,
we’re not sure which.
{Thankfully} we didn’t see any of those today.
We saw lots of milkweed…
in the pod…
bursting from the pod…
and covered in little orange bugs.
In fact, there were a lot of tiny creatures
and specimens to examine.
Cocoons…
strange little berries/seeds the size of my fingertip…
{or, as my 4yo insisted, “pumpkins”}
tiny milkweed-pod-bug…
{why, yes, that is the scientific name for this critter!}
and thistle…beautiful…
and prickly.
But mostly just beautiful.
Since I’m really really not good at taking pictures,
you can’t get a sense of the incredible
life
of all the rustling grasses, reaching in all directions
as far as the eye can see,
bending and waving in the wind…
or the sky,
filled with clouds
and slanting sunshine
and blue peeking through
like your favorite little boys’ eyes…
or these amazing little treasures,
like miniature roses,
nestled in among ferns and big blue stem
and Indian grass…
seemingly dried out and hard,
but so delicate that this one nearly
crumbled in my fingers.
And isn’t that an interesting picture of us?
Walking the path we’ve decided is best
for ourselves, ignoring the beauty around us
through our tunnel vision,
ignoring the Creator who put it there,
and who put us where we are,
right now,
until we’re dry and shriveled up
and worn out
with trying to be tough enough
and ready to fall to pieces
at the merest touch.
But just remember…
there is a way home.
And He is waiting for you,
and there is new life,
eternal life,
that is yours for the asking.
Linking up with Carissa at lowercase letters for
Miscellany Monday
What a neat place! I'm ready for Fall. The Texas heat was stifling this year!
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