Here, fire turns into water;
Here, the dancing of the rain declares the sun.
There’s no opposition in existence, no contradiction;
Everything supports everything else.
I went for a bike ride this morning. It was meant to be a quick ride, just a couple of miles, but I ended up going 10.5 miles, and probably would have stayed out longer if it hadn’t dawned on me that I forgot to apply sunscreen. In the early, early morning, that’s okay. But it was no longer early, early morning when I remembered what I’d forgotten.
Back Creek, the creek that our dock sits in/on, winds around for quite a few miles around here. Almost every road I went down or up eventually encounters and/or crosses over the creek somewhere.
Just before I got to the creek the first time this morning, I passed a field filled with pink flowers. I wish the camera could capture how beautiful it was in the early morning sunlight.
I think they are some sort of swamp rose mallow, which is a type of hibiscus that grows in wetlands.
I was going to write that it was a quiet morning. As far as people noises (traffic and lawn mowers and tractors and such), it was quiet. But the wind was blustery, the birds were chattering and singing, and the cicadas were practically screaming. I think there were a few frogs serenading me as well.
There are all kinds of flowers blooming. I’m not sure if they’re wildflowers or garden flowers that escaped the confines of the garden and are now living wild and free.
The hibiscus is one of those flowers that scattered itself throughout the wild. I’m not sure if it’s native or not. You can find them blooming practically everywhere on this part of the Eastern Shore, including near the beaches. During our last visit to Chincoteague, while biking on the Wildlife Loop Trail, I came across a couple who had obviously been arguing. The young man left the trail and walked down into the marsh, coming back up with a large, white hibiscus flower, and handed it rather gracefully to the young woman. Judging by her expression, she was pleased with the flower, but it was obvious he was going to have to come up with something better than that. It must have been a doozy of a disagreement.
I stopped on one of the bridges that go over Back Creek to watch the water for a little while. There was all kinds of splashing going on.
Looking down rather than out, I saw there were thousands of small fish swimming and splashing and jumping around in the creek. They were swimming in swirls, very much like the starling murmuration I saw in the sky a little while later. Undulating groups of animals in water and sky. How cool is that? (In case you don’t know what a starling murmuration is, you can watch one here.)
Leaving the creek for a while, I turned around and headed towards Raccoon Point.
As I went past the corn, I noticed the morning glories blooming among the stalks so I stopped to take a picture.
I’m so glad I stopped because when I looked up, someone was looking back at me.
The moment was marred somewhat by another creature walking by the front of my bike. He came out the cornfield, saw me, and ran across the road. I didn’t catch it with the camera. Probably just as well. It was a big rat. *shudder* I can take snakes and spiders, but rats? Given all the snakes I’ve seen around here, I’m surprised there wasn’t one in pursuit of the rat.
That’s it from the Eastern Shore for today. Remind me sometime to show you the patriotic wild turkey. This post is image laden enough.
Thank you for visiting, and riding along with me. I hope you had a delightful Thursday, wherever you were and whatever you were doing.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂