I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches
and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize
that the real magician was light itself“.
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” Rainier Rilke
Michigan is once again alive with that striking yellow-green of early May and the swirling sounds of swollen creeks. Fleming Creek flows, rapidly now, through a woods near University of Michigan’s Matthaei Gardens.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
This park on rolling hills overlooking exurban Detroit, and an easy drive from my home, offers a familiar venue for casual conversations with Nature. But, the light filtering through the leaves above to dapple the forest floor allows–if a favorable mood appears–for seeing the woods anew on any given sultry, summer afternoon.