My story about french beach……

ocean swell rolling in,down below the bank
blowing a NW er, hard,a cold wind
but we have the fire going ,the four of us
moods are mellow,life is good.
wildflowers are abundant,giant Cow Parsnip
its huge white flowers unfolding as if coming out of a package
the big flowers made up of a multitude
of little white ones
underneath on the forest floor
hundreds of tiny daisies,opening to the sun
then closing again at night
i wake up in the morning,at first dawn to the songs of the robins
then the chicadees and wrens follow
soon the eagles cry out to each other
hunting for their young ones,crows call last,
mischief coming for sure
but oh so very smart and cunning,
they find their way,having fun while doing it..
across the campsite
a dead maple, just its trunk standing,
bird holes all the way up and down
second hole from the top houses a family of
woodpeckers, mom and dad flying in and out,

giant cow parsnip

giant cow parsnip

the giant flower is tucked away as in a little package

the giant flower is tucked away as in a little package

out pops the flower

out pops the flower


this goes on all day
little green hummingbird finds my feeder
but sees me hovering nearby with my camera
she comes back, over and over again,
until she forgets about me,
and i can take some shots….

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