We took a little walk around a favored path a few miles from home. It was a cool but sunny day and the woodland path was mostly dry, making for a nice stroll.
We had not walked very far when something caught my eye. Something I’d not seen before in the schoolhouse woods we frequent. Then, again, I’m not sure we ever walked this path in spring. Life is like that sometimes. A path quietly opens up and there you find yourself , suddenly, miraculously being filled with new surprises.
I stopped, and looked, and for a moment wasn’t sure what these little bits of green were that were earnestly poking through the leaves on the forest floor.
So, camera in hand, I looked further . . .
and further still,
and bowed my head with a prayer of thanks for the tender walk we were taking, as Jack, himself, led his a congregation in a solemn spring service and colleagues stood tall in their pulpits along the woodland path.
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How cool is that! Natures Natural Beauty…Love it…great pictures…
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Thanks, Sharon.
I would try these in our yard, but, I’m afraid they would be salad for the you-know-whats.
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Great picture and a reminder for me to look for my jack-in -the-pulpits. I haven’t seen them yet.
Thank you for sharing all of your wonderful pictures.
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I’ll bet they are poking through in your beautiful garden, Bev. I don’t know what was more fun – taking the pictures, or actually recognizing what I was photographing. Yeah, Garden Club! I’m glad you are enjoying the pictures.
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Well, I for one had no idea who Jack was and why he was preaching while you were enjoying your peaceful walk… that’s how much I know about gardening and the names of most plants! Thanks for the education!
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You are too funny. Most of us don’t see Jack-in-the-Pulpit unless we are out for a walk on a spring day and happen to look down. I should check to see if they are in bloom anywhere at the Morton. Glad to pass a little education on to you, Janet, for all you have taught us about Ireland.
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I’ll have to go for a walk to see who is preaching in the woods. Jim is preaching Sunday, but not in the woods.:)
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Ah, if you go out in the woods today, be sure to wear a disguise (Teddy Bear’s Picnic). I keep wondering if we have any preachers nearby. The marauding deer have probably destroyed them.
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Oh, another memory. I had a story/song record of Teddy Bear’s Picnic when I was little. Ding, turn the page.
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I’m smiling. I had a feeling it was time for me to turn the page. Ding.
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