Here and now.
A first year rosette of evening primrose huddles in the meadow.
A time when change slows.
The turning of the light.
Delicate white bells herald another savory season.
Elusive day star in the mountain meadows.
High on a ledge above the Connecticut River.
The past is always with us.
Female flowers begin to open at long last.
A seep-soaked cloak on Wantastiquet ledge.