It rained all day yesterday and this morning there is a fog with the morning sun trying to break through. This glowing mist makes parts of the Glendale Shoals look like English landscape paintings.
I took a footpath on the other side of the creek as far as I could go until the path was obscured by brush and then went back to the more traveled paths. Over the bridge I noticed ten or twelve bobbers handing from a high wire like Christmas decorations where fishermen had missed their cast.
A deer bounded across my way and then another with big ears flared, high tailing it into the woods.
Everywhere there are spider webs, some are writing spiders.
I find passion flowers (passiflora incarnata) growing on the edge of a field. It is said that the name "Passion" refers to the crucifixion, with ten petal like parts standing for ten of the 12 disciples (without Peter and Judas). The five stamins are the wounds on the cross. The knob like stigmas are the nails and the fringe is the crown of thorns.
Be that as it may, my mother and her sisters thought that these incredibly beautiful flowers which grew on their land, looked like little ballerinas with tutus. They played with them as if they were dolls until they wilted.
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