RE-VISITING THE PLANTS

A VISIT TO A PLACE I HAVE NOT SEEN


IN SEVEN YEARS...

Gall in oak, as change in physical structure

Oak in gall



Blue steel heron as protector

Trail companion Jeff Zablow, at Adkins Arboretum

Thanks Jeff,  for your company at the Arboretum trails. Searching for butterflies, finding almost none. Endless explorations in botany and wonders.

Orchids



The decomposers

Rattle snake weed

A "planted" tulip poplar flower

South Tuckahoe Valley Trail

Deep tree knees on rock and sand

A red admiral in the North meadow - the only one

and the many orchids...

TALKING BUTTERFLIES

AS BORBOLETAS FALANTES

 

The Papago, native North Americans, tell us in a legend,

that once upon a time, the Creator felt sorry for the children when he realized that their destiny was to grow old, fat, blind and to die.

So he collected the fountains for the most beautiful colors of the universe, the flowers, the leaves, the sun, the skies,  mixed and bundled them up in a package, as a gift for the children.


When they opened it up, the butterflies, colorful and enchanting flew out in song, much to the delight of the children. 

And fright by the song birds, who jealous, protested and petionned the Creator.

Here we have it, we got what we got.

http://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/HowTheButterfliesCameToBe-Papago.html

 

 

Os Papagos, índios norte americanos, explicam que a tempos atrás, o Criador teve pena das crianças, quando se deu conta de que o destino delas era mesmo o de envelhecer, engordar, ficarem mancas, cegas e morrer.

Daí que êle pegou as fontes de tôdas as côres mais belas, das flôres, do sol, das folhas, do céu.

 

Misturou tôdas dentro de um pacote e as deu de presente as crianças.

 

Quando elas abriram o pacote, dali voaram as borboletas, coloridas e encantadoras.

 

Note-se bem que naquele tempo as borboletas também cantavam, para delícia das crianças e grande espanto dos passarinhos.

 

Êstes finalmente se reuniram em comício e reclamaram junto ao Creador.

 

E deu no que deu…