Today was a day for visions… though not necessarily a day for understanding. The light had a special quality to it, that early spring haziness.
It was a day bookended by thunderstorms. The temperature climbed into the low 60s.
A fire hydrant at the edge of town stood guard over a feral underground.
Near the crest of the ridge, I saw a tree eating a large rock.
I don’t like that someone did this but I can’t help but admire the tree’s response.
I’ve noticed this tree before, but not after a hard rain. Its eye of lichen really blazed forth, and its green suit of moss was fabulous.
The rain also accentuated the distinction between the two halves of this oak, one dead, the other very much alive. This too seems fabulous, in the specific sense that it reminds me of something out of a fable.
Lichens brighten in the rain. They open all their pores.
A dry strip of bark appears virtually lifeless in contrast to rain-soaked portions, where moss, algae and lichen have been revived.
But no one beats wood frogs for revivals. From suspended animation to full-on orgy. It boggles the mind.