Good morning!
It’s Wednesday, and it’s Juneteenth—a federal holiday commemorating the end of slavery in the United States.
We’ve left our shimmering spruce and itty bitty seedlings behind, stepping out of the woods and into a grassy meadow that leads back up to the house. Here we notice a patch of wild daisies bobbing in the sunshine. And then we notice why they’e bobbing. A northern crescent butterfly is fluttering freely from floret to floret, feasting without a care in the world.
“How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold.”—William Wordsworth
Boldly onwards we go,
Clara
How pretty!
Gorgeous❣️🙏